Friendship bracelets 101

He stretched out his own paw, pushing the flat of his forepaw pad onto hers like a high-five. “I don’t know” he said, pausing for a beat. She didn’t want to den with him? Or was he reading too much into her response. Maybe she hadn’t really got what he was asking. “A good friend to hang out with. It's weird how quiet my own space is. I want a nice full den full of snoring wolves and warm bodies.” Mort was 100% a hugger. He liked to be in other people's space and around them. A part of their lives. Which was why having his own den almost sucked.

“Maybe someone who likes seafood, so we can pig out together after a good haul. Someone who gives little nosy snores, so it’s not so quiet…” he looked across at hana, pushing his toes further into hers, and grinned.