Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

She was not sure how such a thing might be arranged, but all at once at his words she found herself excited at the prospect of meeting this she-wolf who had caught his eye and perhaps even getting on his bad side by giving the little hellions all sorts of antlers and things to run amok with and use for hunting games. He had become important to her and she enjoyed sharing the hunt with him and words after as well, and she had no doubt that anyone he had chosen would also be good company. There was a laugh that pulled itself from the bottom of her lungs as it shot out of her. "Well I'd certainly love teaching them to run circles around prey, but I'm not sure I could stop them from trying to same thing on you." But her mind had caught on the other side of what he had shared. So it seemed part of his proving his worth as a man was not only to his pack but also to this potential star in his eye. A sly smile slid its way across her face and her posture turned loose and joking as she gently let her paw nudge forward and back in a playful manner. "That is good news, good luck to the both of you - though I doubt you'll need it. But if you wanted help hunting down a pair of antlers I'm sure she couldn't help but notice those - or would she more appreciate a clever tune?" Heph did find herself curious, if she had to judge by his words she would say they had perhaps not been together for very long if that was how he described it, but she hardly knew anything about courting someone. Of course, she knew the straightforward ways to express interest, but as far as traditions or rituals she had left her pack before she had properly learned any of those beyond the flashier ones she could not help but take note of.