You Better Be Good To Me

Obsidian was enjoying her after training meal when the howl rose. Her ear cocked toward it as she wondered who that was. It wasn?t Collision?s familiar call. Her head lifted as Cormalin spoke, ears pricking to enjoy his voice. He rose, and she followed him as he took off, matching his pace in a canter, enjoying the sound of her cadence. One two three, one two three. It broke as they reached the meeting place, and she stood off to the side as Corrie went over to greet his sister.

After a moment, she ventured over, standing behind Cormalin as she gazed around with inquisitive blue eyes to take in the other wolves. Some were familiar from the other meetings, one was new. He was as large as Cormalin, black but with a red dorsal stripe down his back. Her long tail flicked slightly, as she looked about and waited to see what was up.