The Mud Queen

It was nice to see a familiar – if you could call a wolf you’d only met once and briefly familiar – face, and his pleasure showed in his posture as she turned to see who had called her name. He could tell she was having to search a little for his name, but he was patient, and the patience was rewarded as she brightened, greeting him by name. An easy laugh answered her query and he cocked his head amiably, grinning, “It’s nice to see a friendly face. I’ve been alright; exploring, traveling, getting my bearings on the continent. How about yourself?”

His ears perked forward with interest. Judging by her slight change of scent, he guessed there was quite a bit of story to be told. After all, becoming an alpha was a big event in one’s life, wasn’t it? His haunches lowered o the ground, color tipped tail sweeping the ground. Call him young of heart, but he loved stories. And when they were being told by a pretty female? Even better.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think