Duck Lake roses - the only flowers she could bear to see cut

the wolf was quite theatrical indeed -- reminding him (with a pain) of the frostfur kids, they'd had quite the personalities. but nonetheless, it was a good breathe of air from the tension that lingered at the hollow. no, nothing was technically wrong, but the uncertainty revolving around their existence was troublesome. terance could only hope that they managed to stay above water... speaking of, he glanced just beside them as one of the scattering ducks was quickly picked off by artyom -- who was proving to be quite the recruit indeed. the leader gave a grin to the wolf, tail swaying, offering him a solemn nod. good catch, he offered, glancing back to the she-wolf who had just expressed her name, seeming to come back down to earth. saarthal, he repeated, motioning to his packmate, this is artyom, he's a part of the hollow too. 

his tail swished as he felt a bit of ease relax over him. regardless of what this wolf had to say, her peppiness was certainly offering him a bit of stress-relief. who knows why. are you looking for somewhere to settle? or just here for the rides, he asked, brow quirking.