Here come’s trouble

The resounding thud of chests colliding in a chorus of growls and opossum hisses so close to the borders in the dark was probably asking for interference, but the wide sweep of the wolves tails would betray their harmless intent. The nose punches offered to necks and ribs as they took in each others scents and made a point to rub along each other would make it clear this was a reunion. Growls rose in pitch to become excited whines, and jaws parted in breathless pants, the initial excitement abating once familial bonds were established, sparkling grey eyes shining white in the dappled moonlight. "What’er yer doin’ here?" Sedna asked breathlessly, "Last I saw yer, yer were droppin’ cubs at th’ border and disappearin’ in th’ night!"

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