Overture Downs more than could be chewed

She watched as he sprayed the skull with his scent, her inner curiosity about his attachment to it hidden behind a veil of bored disinterest. At least his marking would serve to ward other wolves away from the deep snow. Huh. Swift was a contributing member of society after all!

Watcher dipped her muzzle to accept his thanks, only to freeze when he claimed he would have got himself out just fine. Oh really? she challenged, torn between feeling indignant about her sore back or amused with this guy's confidence. She landed somewhere in the middle and all at once decided she had had enough of Swift's company. You might as well get it now, then, there's nothing stopping you, she said, turning smoothly on her heel and casting him a quick grin over her shoulder before flicking her tail in a see ya later signal and leaving him to ponder his prize.

He was determined, but if he got himself stuck again, she wouldn't be there to help a second time.