Whitefish River L'avant

"No, he fell behind. I'm waiting here for him to catch up - though I may follow you back to mother." He responded, glancing to the direction he had come from to see if the lanky yearling was in the distance yet.

"Then again, I don't think she would be happy if I left him. Maman only brought him because she has a soft spot after all." He grunted, flicking his tail. Rolling back to his stomach he soon stood, shaking out his coat.

Chaudry took pleasure seeing the annoyance in his littermates expression - he found it funny, really. He wondered how he had grown so spiteful.