Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

a pack hunt? that sounded nice. ancelin was reminded in a fierce way of how the redtail wolves had once coursed with those from sapphique; he fought off the stab of longing and refocused on akavir, on their cooling talk.
"yeah, for sure. good looks," he grinned, masterfully controlling himself from adding gramps to the end of it.
he jerked his chin and headed off, back toward the valley to inform his mate of how they should regard akavir.