Redhawk Caldera Counting on high hopes

I'm glad! He's turning out to be a lot of fun. :D

He watched with an amused expression the way Siv sought to settle herself down by dropping her belly to the ground. Capricorn himself wasn't excitable in the same way, though he did enjoy the lifting of his heart whenever play was proposed. It seemed that so few wolves wanted to play with a stumpy creature like him. It was, perhaps, due to his pudgy little limbs; they must assume he was too slow to keep up with them. They were wrong, of course, but he'd never told them that.

"Yes, well," said Capricorn with a grin, "I made that, too. It's quite cute, isn't it?" As though to demonstrate, he waggled his curly tail, which seemed somehow twice as animated as a regular wolf's wagging tail. "Not too unique, I'm afraid. My brother's was almost identical. Mine was just a liiiiittle longer." He smirked good-naturedly.

"The pleasure is mine, Siv. I am Capricorn." He tipped his snout forward and folded back his ears, making a great show out of what was a polite nod for her amusement. "I suppose I'm well. I've been walking a good deal. You know how hard it is to walk miles a day in these types of shoes?" Man, he was just killing it today with the self-deprecating jokes, but if anyone was allowed to make them, the de Septentrio was. "How's yours?"