rushing water

“Whenever you are ready,” he offered in return, with a small tip of his muzzle. With the opportunity given, he knew the feisty she-wolf would not disappoint him. Star had been a member for far too long to still linger in the shadows of her pack mates – he wanted to see her rise to her full potential, and not view her smaller stature as a hindrance.

With a flick of his tail, the regal gave a quiet dip of his muzzle, his figure shifting to announce the end of their quick meeting. He assumed, after all, she had to prepare for her new task, and with another gentle smile, the cinnamon male loped away, his figure trailing to the borders once more to do another sweep. The pack could use some morale and good spirit – this would be exactly what they required.