The foundation

The girl wormed herself about a bit and then popped out and walked straight up to Gargoyle's head, which was conveniently lowered thanks to his position on his belly. His yellow eyes widened slightly with her words, but he made no effort towards a reply, verbal or non. He paused a moment though, watching her as she started off. Well he didn't know how much depth was behind the words in the she-wolf's mind, but they settled quite well into his. Words to live by those.

Seeing that the girl was heading out, the male hauled himself to his full hieght. All 41 inches of it. His tawny paws started to pick up a pace wide and easy and slow enough for the little pup to keep up to easily. In fact, he remained slightly behind and beside her. Even from there, her little wail of self reproach was plenty loud. "I think that's quite wise," the male murmured. "You know your parents have probably been driven sick with worry." He guided her down a path lined with mossy covered stones, and started into a line of trees where the bird overheard, which she seemed to have been quite worried about, was no longer able to track them so easily. Even if it had been, no bird was foolish enough to tangle with a grown wolf the size of a bear just to get at some little tidbit.