Swiftcurrent Creek i'll be the outlaw, bounty on my head; you be my shelter, a safe place to rest

There was a simple honesty in physical action (and in the primal sounds that were not made into words) that the black wolf appreciated. There was no concealing and no disguising the energy behind those movements and expressions. So it was with comfortable ease that he accepted Constantine's teeth around his snout, sliding his ears back and averting his gaze. They were pack now; the dark wolf his leader made.

"Hmm?" He fell into place behind the shoulder of the creek's alpha, ears lifted with interest as his eyes searched the side of Constantine's face, and noted the thoughtful focus there. "Trouble I should know about?"