Thunder Dome don't blame me

Having settled to rest, tucked away in what he assumed to be a private paradise within the volcano, Talion slept fitfully. Within, he was sheltered from the elements and felt safe for the first time in weeks, curled up among the foliage and free to simply relax. He slumbered most of the morning and into the afternoon without concern, with every intention of rousing with just enough daylight to make his way safely down the mountain and into the valley once again.

He took his time waking, yawning widely as he unfurled and outstretched his forelimbs in a much-needed stretch. With a quick shake of his pelt, Talion stepped out of his hiding place and made his way toward the cavern entrance, though paused upon approach at the fresh scent of an unknown wolf.

He blinked, remaining solid in place as he awaited the appearance of another, periwinkle eyes trained on the mouth of the cave just ahead. A pale figure poked her snout within and, despite his anxiety around she-wolves, the first thing he noticed was how remarkably beautiful she was. Warm sunlight enveloped her sleek frame, setting her aglow, and the boy found himself unable to look away.

"Hello," he called out gently, finally, a sway of his peppered tail accompanying the soft greeting he offered.