Bramblepoint all you have is your fire

He did not roam far since their initial encounter. Zharille was worthy company. He stayed with hearing range. Deeper in the recesses of the woods, he slept. Awoken by the sound of her voice.

Abandoning the snow lined log that he had been resting with his back against, he whiffed deeply in reply. I am on my way.

The scent of someone new instantly hit his nose. He tensed, growing slightly suspicious. Another male, quite a bit younger than either of them. 

When he emerged, he greeted her with a fleeting, soft nip to her cheek. Sternly, he pinned his eyes on Dagur. Looming tall, tail flagged in a sign of his confidence. Rumbling, he stepped nearer, expecting deference.