Firefly Glen When Doves Cry

"I'm working on it," he shot back, his face feeling quite hot as he hinted at his budding crush. His tail whipped wildly as the exchanged a few stilted motions of play, Katmai still struggling to remember what play even felt like — and he was electrified when they touched for the first time, just a childish bump of noses.

Whatever crush or kinship there was between them, and whatever might grow in its place, Katmai was sure Kinusi was a wolf he'd admire just as deeply as his father admired hers.

"Well! We'll have to find one," he told her, springing to his paws with all the energy she'd imbued him with. "Something grand, of course. Something — safe. Ah — protected, I mean. Like a fortress. Like the knights of old."

To borrow her words.

"Know anything like that?" he wondered. "There's my old home — but I think it should be somewhere new."