Sun Mote Copse fool for love

Their last stop had gone well, and Rolayne was excited for the next one. The fox pelt he carried in his jaws was hard not to play with, and his energy got the best of him a few times, but it mostly stayed clean. 

He sat down next to his Mom as he did last time, his tail still wagging as his head tilted to gaze up at Sialuk. Apparently he had met these wolves before, but he would likely not remember. Still, even in his wildness, he had not met a stranger yet. He tried to howl around the pelt, but it didn't work out too well. Still, he was excited.