Blacktail Deer Plateau Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

When her tongue touched his muzzle, it sent a pleasant warmth through him. Smiling a wolfish smile, Peregrine gently wrenched himself free and stood, then motioned for her to do the same. When she stood alongside him, he nipped at her cheek, tugging gently on the short, soft fur there.

He then backed up a few steps and began swinging his head side to side, while simultaneously stomping his forepaws. He bowed slightly, paws still thumping, and growled playfully. His tail rose into the air and bobbed back and forth, much like a cat's as it stalks its prey.

"I don't want to wait 'til spring. Let's see if we can keep up with each other's savagery right now," he rumbled, inviting her to a friendly spar with a slight baring of his fangs and a sharp, goading bark.