Black Ice

His golden eyes shot up to look at the approaching wolf, his ears folded back as if he had just been caught doing something wrong. “Y-yes.” He replied shyly, taking a cautious step toward the man who he didn’t recognize. He approached the man warily only to pick up his pace after he was close enough to recognize the scent of Abaven on him.

He laughed and circled the young man’s paws, his small body easily slipping under his much larger frame. “I’m Tyranis!” He exclaimed happily, his ink tipped tail waving back and fourth as he looked up at him. Ty had learned that whenever he approached someone older they were usually more than happy to play with him or shower him with attention. He’d never met the fawn wolf before but still approached him the way he would any other wolf in Abaven. Whoever he was he noticeably lacked the confidence he had seen in Pyrrhus and Bass, and the pretty woman he had met in the Fall. Perhaps he was new. The little lightning bolt at least couldn’t remember him from the meeting Bass had held over a season ago, but a lot had changed since then.

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