it's safe now

sure, last post from me, then!

The male had the sense that this young black wolf was rather wise, and although he seemed slow, it wasn't by the fact that he had been hit on the head or anything. Cuan felt this wolf drew his strength from observation, keeping his energy in check and letting his golden pools soak in his environment. Cuan could take some hints from Summer, as the russet male was way too wrapped up in not trying to get himself killed in his many dim-witted adventures.

Beaves, otters, and birds, oh my... Cuan echoed as Summer rattled off a short list of swamp-dwelling creatures. He nodded in response as the male drew the conservation to a close. It was late afternoon, and Cuan would fare well with some sleep before he rose in the evening to join some of the pack on a border patrol.
I'll see you by the Rock, then. He turned away and began to pick his way down the steep hill, glancing over his shoulder to call his adieu. Sleep well!