Swiftcurrent Creek At the ballet

Arric backed a little further from the little den. when he heard the growl. He didn't want a repeat of his poor mangled paw. He sighed heavily. Cygnet was really starting to press his patience. She had no reason to dislike him other than spite and jealousy and it was growing old. She needed ot hvae her little world shaken up, but he wasn't sure how to do it.

A small smile for Arlette. A gentle reach of his muzzle and a brush across her head. I came to check on her and bring her something to eat. But judging from the growls i'm hearing she doesn't want it.

He settled to his haunches and shook his head. Staring at the small alcove with a pissy pants wolf in it.