Morning Stretch

The early afternoon often saw this alabaster wolf at the shores of Wolfpaw lake. It was an odd fluke, a little hunting part to bring food to a heart-sick wolf he had taken under his wing. He was just finished leaving prey at the den entrance of Twig?s little spot before he heard the call that rang out, and seemed somehow to be calling him. It wasn?t directed at anyone in particular but all the same his curiosity got the better of him and soon enough his paws where bringing him into view of the large female. He recognised, if not my knowing her by at least having seen her before. It had been at the meeting, but then every wolf had shown their face into that gathering.



p ?Chrysanthe?
He voiced in a friendly tone and he lowered his head politely and settled himself in a balanced position before her. It had been a while since he had last sparred, quite a while in fact and wondered if he was out of practice. Having just taken a pup?s training under his wing he thought it would be a fantastic idea to get in some practice of his own.


?I?m Alpine?
He introduced himself, as he eyes her own weight, balance and the set of her paws. She looked like a strong wolf and he had a feeling he would have quite a time trying to get the upper-hand. Lucky for him losing wasn?t a shame, just a learning curve.
?I don?t believe we?ve had the pleasure of meeting before?
He admitted warmly, despite the fact he knew her name. Only moments had passed since he had entered her view and settled himself before her, but he had said his piece by now, and his stance told her he was ready.



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