Cedar Sweep Black swan

He skidded to a halt at the sudden appearance of the she-wolf, his gaze sweeping over her. Small. Silver. High energy. Fantastic.

Annoyance flickered across his face before he masked it, settling into a more aloof, indifferent expression.

And why, exactly, should I entertain your little idea? His voice was dry, sarcasm dripping from every word. Was I not peacefully enjoying a stroll before your interruption?

Something about her presence unsettled him, something his gut didn’t trust. But he was lonely. And distraction, however fleeting, was better than the emptiness gnawing at him.

His ears twitched forward, listening. Waiting.