Sheepeater Cliff i keep diggin' myself down deeper

The frost-tipped wolf considered it for a moment. The idea of socializing with another that held no knowledge of his current whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, nor of his pack was a tempting offer. His eyes surveyed the means to reach the other--and with a knowing grin, he gave his muzzle a swing. "Next time," he called out, not wishing to be rude... and yet also determined to not break a bone only to steal a few moments of conversation.

Pulling from the ridge, the Frostfur-Mayfair loped further, not yet returning to his Queen, but also not straying very far.