The Sunspire [m] war dart

Viinturuth—it was not surprising that the lure of the she-wolf had called to his brother—and that was something he certainly wouldn’t stand in the way of if she were receptive to him.

Though, he would have also paid a pretty price to see the look on his littermate’s face at the woman kicking rocks at him, as well.

His muzzle dipped down in acquiescence—she wished him gone, he would go.

“Okay, little panther. I’ll see you at home, then.” A pause—“Stay safe.”

She dipped lower—and he turned, dark form beginning to stealthily make it down the mountain, partially expecting her to kick more rocks his way to prove her point.