The girl would practically prance out of the den, and Einarr would wriggle his nose a little. Goodness, she wolves could be such a pain. He could tell from her bubbly nature that this was going to be a long patrol. The young man would breathe in, trying to keep his temper in check as he looked at her. “Please don’t call me “dear”. I don’t know you like that.” The man would swish his tail with a bit of irritability, beginning to walk already.
“Let’s keep this to the point, alright? I don’t want to get yelled at by Valentine, or worse, if we don’t complete our rounds.” He would give a sigh, glancing back over his shoulder at the female. “Though... I suppose some chat wouldn’t hurt along the way.” Goodness it felt so painful to say that. Since when had he become such a shut in? Perhaps it was after he left his mother’s side. She always did bring out the best in him.
