Porcupine Ridge blueeyes and two tone

Reyson had been a regret of the boys for those lonely six months. Especially when he had curled alone, shivering, and listened to the wind howl. Knowing that if he had stayed, he would be curled up with his friend instead of nearly freezing to death lonesome and scared.

The answer did not take long to arrive, carried to him on the wind, and Sakina did not stop himself from running to the sound, his own excited barks echoing off the rock. When he arrived at where Reyson waited, the way in which he approached was completely foreign from their last meeting. The coydog crept towards the older male on his stomach, tail wagging as he reached up to lick Reyson's brown chest fur.

Sakina had changed too. Gone was the layer of puppy fat, and the soft puppy fur. His body rippled with lean muscle, but the most noticeable change was the youths widened hips and change of scent. In the six months, he had been traveling, his body had matured, and it would not be long now before he experienced his first heat. The first pull of his instincts.

But that time had clearly not arrived, or the boy, now a man, would not be so willing to have Reyson so close. "Blueeyes!" He yapped, twirling himself around the bigger man excitedly. "I thought you would not come! I thought perhaps you were angry." His speech had improved immensely, though it seemed he kept his habit of nicknames. "You deserve an explanation, I know."