Shadowwyn Moor trinaest

His tail thumps created an odd, syncopated rhythm with hers, his thick, but somewhat shorter tail smacked against the earth at twice the speed. 

She held a paw out, and he lifted one of his own so that he could touch hers with it, grinning. He didn’t realize she had more news. So it still means hunting caribou though, right? He asked, for clarification. There was something ominous about the sound of being “blood hunter” and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t agreeing to take on a position where he might be expected to shed wolf’s blood.