Swiftcurrent Creek Stuttering Stanley

Kiv's excitement grew tenfold it seemed at the sight of the antler, and as he bellowed out the question to what it could possibly be, Scim held back a lopsided grin, his eyes gleaming as they took far more interest in studying the boy's reaction than the actual unveiling of the object.

He dug more gently, allowing the pup to exuberantly do most of the work. "Look at how fast you can dig!" It was teasing encouragement -- it would seem the cinnamon Alpha was an entirely different wolf when he was with the puppies, and it was stolen moments such as these that he found he reveled in. No mask had to be worn to keep emotions at bay -- they craved nothing more than affection, attention and perhaps a carefree playmate. He could easily provide all of these things.

The antler began to shift as the dirt loosened, and Scim knew it would be free soon. "Try tugging at it -- I'll keep digging," he suggested, amusement filtering his tone as he swiped more dirt to the side, revealing even more of the prize.