The mountains had been kind to him. Not only had it given him a home and a new life with a girl who would undoubtedly be his friend for the rest of his life, but you couldn’t beat the view! He had spent the afternoon at the edge of one of the cliffs which offered a panoramic view of the lands below. He could see from the sea all the way to the changing leaves of Taviora. He stared at the tops of those trees for a moment, swallowing the splinter of pain that blossomed at the thought of his sister down there alone. Instead he turned back to Haven, bumping his shoulder in to hers as they headed back down the mountainside. It had become a habit of his to walk her back to her den towards the end of the day as easy conversation flowed between them.

When they arrived he was a bit taken aback when she invited him inside to show him some flowers she had discovered earlier. He paused only a beat before following her cream form inside, lowering his head to account for his height as the sun fell slowly outside. She talked so animatedly about what she had found he couldn’t help but look more at her excited face than the flowers. He had never had a friend like her before, never met anyone who’s excitement who so closely reflected his own and he often found her excitement contagious. As she spoke he couldn’t resist interrupting.

With a toothy, mischievous grin he reached over and gently nipped at her ears and scruff before bouncing a way a few steps, as much as the low roof of the den would allow. He stopped a few paces away , lowering his front half to the cool floor while his tail wagged furiously, brushing the roof of the den. He let out a laughing barking laugh, slapping the floor with his paws. He just couldn’t help picking on her. For a moment they wrestled playfully, their laughs and yips echoing about the small space. Finally he consented to her, stepping back and panting with his pink tongue hanging out over his lopsided smile.

Feeling particularly pleased with himself he was preparing to go when noise from outside caught his attention. He turned his body to face out toward the light outside, the dark tips of his hair brushing her smaller form. Someone said her name and his ears perked forward with interest, it seemed she had a visitor. He was sure Dany would not have let someone not of the pack slip through their well-protected boarders, but he never took chances where Haven was concerned. Before she had a chance to exit he stepped out of the shelter of the den and in to the evening light, his dark form filling up the small entrance.

He took in the cinnamon colored wolf before him who so matched the sunset that was slowly painting the sky above. His two-toned head quirked to the side with intrigue as he stepped the rest of the way in to the clearing so Haven could exit as well. “Hello,” he said finally with a curious grin on his face, tail waving genially behind him.