Big Salmon Lake twark

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She wondered if this was a common thing for wolves — this skating business. They had the perfect claws and strong enough legs to help them glide effortlessly over the ice, though perhaps only Fleet was skilled enough to make it look so easy. Or if he was an oddity that preferred to spend his days skating and giving rides to birds instead of bowing to an Alpha. If only all wolves were like this man; Shiv would be very pleased with that.

He accepted her invitation and the magpie gave a merry whistle. "Fleet will like Heartwood," she stated with a nod, solidly believing that he would like her forest even before visiting it.

The two continued skating for a few minutes more after that, Shiv happy to remain upon the man's back and let the wind ruffle her feathers. Eventually, though, Fleet's paws became painfully cold and he excused himself and went on his merry way, leaving Shiv to fly back to the Heartwood, her mind fluttering with the excitement of the odd but enjoyable encounter.