Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

Amarant would wag his tail to Kylar's agreement. His tongue came out slightly with a smile, he was excited! But The queen would dismiss the rest of the wolves, then turning and practically hissing at him. He pulled his ears back, though he gave a childish, almost confused face not seeing what he did wrong.


"What's up with her?" He whispered as he stepped up on a rock beside his grandfather to match his height, almost. Though it was probably loud enough for her to hear. He still carried his puppy grin, eyeing Kylar waiting for a response, even just a gesture.


He then took a second to look out at the departing wolves, looking for his brother. He actually wanted to walk back with him, but quickly he shook his head to the thought.