Silvertip Mountain paradise

This may be my last post for a while. Playing kickball tonight! :)

She shifted toward him as he approached and nudged his fur with her cold nose. He returned the gesture, though there was no warmth or friendship behind it, merely respect. Perhaps the rest would come later. From her stance and sniffing, he can tell they are about to hunt. Though his belly is full of fish, it would be nice to refill his cache with fresher meat, and to gorge himself on the kill, if they manage anything. Skyfall watches her sniff at the breeze, her nostrils quivering as she takes in each scent.

Before they are off for the hunt, he speaks simply, "Skyfall." It's his way of letting her know his name, that he is not there simply to hunt anonymously. The ancient wildness within her has piqued his curiosity. If allowed, he'd follow her. They could be pack together, the two of them. Her assessments were correct earlier; she is strong, he is fast. Together they could make a good pair, though he is much younger than the she-wolf by more than a year. He doesn't think that is at his fault, though; it gives him an advantage of quick learning and adapting, when needed. Though he his at his full height, there would be a childishness about him if he weren't so gaunt. But the months away from his pack have taken their toll, and he rarely acts his mere ten months.