Moonspear Clawing my way back to life

The she-wolves were aflutter with their reunion—something that preened a cheeky smirk of his own, to the corner of his lips, his eyes stealing glances to them both every so often—a friendship previously kindled, and perhaps something that could grow and be nurtured.

Still, while the two were eager for one another’s company, he was unwilling to draw himself into their companionship for now, allowing them to catch up with one another. As such, Argent rose, his towering form prowling closer to brush in familiarity to Sialuk—and, soon, dipping forward to brush against Elentari, should she allow the companionable gesture. “Hunt soon?” The question to the blue-eyed shadow, though his gleaming eyes also cast upon Sialuk, taking this moment as his leave.

They could catch up with each other and he would simply continue his rounds of the border—the ever-growing pack well marked and hopefully well guarded.