She had found a better balance when near if only by use of her tail, just in time to aid her to a halt before him. Her nostrils flared excitably as she drank in his familiar scent, bypassing the collected scent of the plateau to immerse in his own unique musk. She whined contently, and even allowed her forepaws to drum the snow in elated rhythm. Rarely was she touched by joy of this likeness, but when it had taken hold of her senses, it was difficult to stifle.
Her smile only grew as he mentioned her promise, and like a shimmering thing she beamed with a modest gleam to her bi-colored eyes. “I have tried,” she confessed, taking quick note of her pelt well worst-for-wear. A regular grooming was to the benefit of a pack wolf, not a wanderer that too pride in the musk of their travels. Though that was not to say that an occasional twig within the folds was not bothersome. She was proud, however, that regardless of the struggle of a wandering life, she had managed to maintain some semblance to her natural heavy weight, if not a few pounds less from extended travel. Quite the contrary to the well-kept form of her companion. “Have you been well?” she asked kindly with ears perked forward with interest. |