Sun Mote Copse There's a song in my heart now

Halfway through satisfying an itch by swinging one of his hind feet at one of his dark ears- and only hitting it every third or fourth stroke, given the belly he had to swing his hind leg around in order to reach his ear- Fluke paused, quirking said itchy ear for a moment before a wide grin spread on his features. He tried to stand but ended up flopping sideways lightly, as that one hind foot had still been held out to the side before he'd tried to stand. Shaking out his fur, though some of the snow still coated one of his silver-speckled sides, he picked up a trot and began to pick his way through the drifts of snow toward the clearning that the call had come from. 

He was a bit out of breath when he reached them, and as he approached, he was faced with the important decision of who to sit beside. There wasn't a wolf among them that he didn't like- and the few he didn't recognize still looked like the nice sort of wolves. As he approached, though, he nearly tripped over himself again when he suddenly caught sight of another wolf- a rugged looking male- off near the outskirts, just watching. He paused for a moment, giving the stoic stranger a grin and gestured with a jerk of his muzzle toward the group meeting. "C'mon over, bud, looks like it's just getting started," He said good-naturedly, and continued toward the group simply assuming that Tulimaq would follow.

He could pick out a few small groups of wolves that obviously knew each other- such as Kiwi, Maia, Sequoia and Wraen, and the two males who sat near each other seemed to know each other as well. Fluke unashamedly sat himself between the two gatherings, bridging the gap between them and regarded the one who'd brought them all together- Wildfire- with a warm smile.