He, like her, felt like a child again. Bounding and rolling into the mud and getting dirty without a care. Just for fun. The boy had really grown to adore this woman...even if she picked another male as king- he'd continue to like her. Adore her. It almost seemed that he had loved her...but it wasn't quite there yet. He didn't know though. It was such a hard thing to think about. But nonetheless, the man adored this woman, and it seemed he would forever. But now, a laugh would burst from his open maw as mud swept over the delicate woman. The laugh grew louder as he saw her spit mud out of her mouth. He knew most wolves didn't like the taste of dirt- so he felt a little sorry for her. That must of tasted nasty. Suddenly, his thoughts were cut off by the powering leap from Six. This knocked him to the ground and caused mud to splat all over his face again. He smirked and shook some of the mud away from his eyes, looking up at her and allowing his smirk to loosen into a smile. Aldoro pawed lightly at her face, leaving wet, muddy marks. He laughed again and awaited a reaction.
"Speech"
