Shy Deer Steppes i'm walking, i'm a southern stream

nose wrinkled at the mention of wolves, roll of his blood-orange eyes and a huff. stinkin' up the place, he murmured. nudged back into his lass, then. change of pace as she announced that she'd found a place to settle. an incentive to get walking.

tail would whip gently behind him, flicking against her form. why don't ya show me the place hun? goofy grin upon his maw, single brow was raised. a silent challenge ; a call for a race! who would be the winner? he knew it would likely be her.

but really, he just wanted to see his wife happy.