The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph's scent was lingering in the heartwood, and though he wasn't entirely thrilled about it. What made Atka happy was to have the other she wolf within easy range, so like a bespotted man and crushing boy, he did as she wanted. Because he liked happy snow, not unhappy snow. And part of him found, he wasn't as jealous of their possible affection as he could be or had been. He could share his little femme, with this one.

He lifted his gaze to her, hearty smirk drawing upon his features. Red eyes staring into her darker eyes. Then turned back to the hunt at hand. Depends on what you want to be a second for? Though in most cases i'm willing and up for most anything.

As always his lack of decorum would be his undoing, and the way with which he comported himself was lacking, but he was far too old to change now. Instead he nodded.

I am on a hunt for Pronghorn. The caches need filled before winter. And i'm not about to let Atka starve.