Arrow Lake Jol

Oh, I-

Laughter flitted from his muzzle and into the cold air.

And why shouldn’t he try to flatter her? She was lovely, frightening, mysterious.

I suppose I am.

Cad’s peachy features lowered, sheepishness dancing across them. These wolves were so different from the wolves of his home. There was much to be learned. Questions fell like weightless leaves from a tree, playing on the edge of his tongue before he would refrain from asking. It felt like a fine line between charming and sycophantic words. It was an edge he had no interest in testing.

I think it’s important to be honest, Cad admitted quietly to River. Even if it sounds foolish, sometimes.