Watching Fireflies

The moment her face pressed into his neck, Max would bend so that he could nuzzle her just before she told him they never could have known Myraid would turn out the way they did. He couldn't help but smile at her positive attitude towards packs. "My dear girl I don't feel badly about packs, I'm just frustrated with the trouble makers that ruin the good things for everyone else." He was glad that she had tried to look for him, more so that she was alright and happy. He was old but he wasn't a loss yet though his features would soften with love at her concern for him.

He couldn't help but to sit and let his own tail thump against the ground beneath him as Delaney pressed her face into his neck once more. For a moment he would stay that way, happy that she was here with him and healthy. The question that kept nagging at him though was, who had taken care of her for him? Again he would turn his head to that he could nudge her with his nose just before opening his maw to ask her. "So tell me Delaney, who do I have to thank for making sure you were taken care of while we were separated. He or she deserves one of the rabbits we catch tomorrow don't you think?" he would ask with a grin.