Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

Her answer was vague, certainly not the names he was carefully probing for. But the unpleasant knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to place names to the scents he now gleaned from her pelt was tempered somewhat by her ready admission of being a rogue amongst her crew.

Up to a little mischief? Wake chuckled. I admire that.

His skin twitching, fur shivering as her nose mowed through his well-maintained coat. He was a wolf who enjoyed roughhousing as much as he enjoyed primping, and he was glad to be examined and admired, even in passing.

You do not fear. Neither wolf seemed to mind the innocent touching; his tail also giving a breezy wave, content with her nearness. It had been some time since feeling the warmth of another. I admire that, too.