Jade Fern Grove ɡäbəl

Elation swept across Swiftlet's face and right behind it swept a fleeting frown as the young wolf took offense to Kristjan's judgement on his turkey calls. But for as independent as he had always been and for as independent as he had become, he was a wolf — a social creature — and Kristjan was perhaps his only friend. He was happier to see him than he would admit to or was even aware of. 

Tongue lolling and tail wagging, Swift raised his paw to playfully bat the other boy's snout away. I was trying to talk to those turkeys, he told him, following that with a tongue-stuck-out-tease. Before they caught a whiff of your stink!