Swiftcurrent Creek total lack of driver’s training, don’t fail me now!

She was open for conversation—a quip followed with an easy stance, and the dark wolf found himself drawn closer, eyes drifting from her to study the frosty waters of the creek, bemusement written on his features, if only for a stolen moment.

“I never was able to master this,” he offered, the humor hinting in his voice. “So let’s have at it.” His voice a soft rumble, the Alpha trailed the shores of the creek’s edge, eyes rapt upon the waters now. “Get a handle on this now, and maybe we can show off our ice fishing prowess later,” he mused, aiming at easy conversation.