Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

He was not a deceptive man. He had been raised better than that. After being mislead by too many false promises, he was shaped into a wolf of brutal honesty and straight forwardness. Side by side, allowing her to lean against him for support...and even assurance, they made it to the bank.

Once their paws met the solid, cold ground, he let her move on ahead. As total strangers, he half expected her to run off and maybe never look back. What she opted for instead, surprised him. A cold nose against his jawline, sweeps of her tongue. He stood tall and proud, tail cutting through the air contently.

In mixed display of curiosity, assertiveness and affection, he rose up to rest his forelegs over her shoulders. Taking an investigatory sniff through the hairs lining her temples, clipping lightly at the back of an ear.