Redtail Rise buoyant

She grimaced when she realized she’d missed his return. It’d been her intention to be caught in the middle of a patrol when she saw him coming from the Tangle. She’d kept herself primped and preened, so she might look both busy and beautiful- capable of both tending to the borders and keeping herself in prime condition. 

But when his call came, it was from within the borders. Of course, she couldn’t have patrolled only the borders where he would cross over, as that would have been selfish and negligent, but she had been tempted. 

”Lookit you,” She hummed when she saw him, ”Thneakin’ patht me when I’m on patwol,” But within the chastise came a note of affection too. He smelled of saltwater and other wolves- the gentle rain would cleanse him of that, she thought, though she drew near, hoping to integrate her scent amongst the raindrops too.