Swiftcurrent Creek Our song has not been sung

If Julius felt differently, he made no mention of it. He was a good older brother, putting Relonikiv's wants and needs before his own. Dutifully, he led the littler pup back inside the shelter of their den. Once more, the Rho tailgated his snowy sibling, his damp little nose even pressing into Julius's hindquarters in his eagerness to scoot back indoors.

But just because they were back within the safety of the lair did not mean Relonikiv was finished playing. Forgetting his injury, he moved to gratefully mouth Julius's chin, a sign of affectionate submission. He then sat down in front of his brother and cocked his head, querying, "Ju?" and adding, "Goo?" for good measure.