[I just read through 50 pages and now I'm here. Finally. So... Hann's now a father. Wow. Boyer's going to be jealous...]
Rosie tauntingly play-bowed before jumping up in the air and spinning around. She landed gracefully, back paws first. "I doubt you can ever catch me," she teased. With a mischievous glint in her amber eyes, she ran off again, darting from one tree to another. She barely stopped for more than two seconds at each spot before moving on.
Boyer slowly opened his eyes once the tears stopped threatening to show themselves. "Thank you Wilde. You are a true friend to me. It will never be easy, but wounds do heal over time, somewhat," he said, voice soft. He stood up and moved closer to her. "Now, let us go, and see Hann. I'm sure he's worried about us. True, we didn't catch anything, but I think we both learned a little something from each other." He gave a small smile and nudged her shoulder ever so gently.
Duke was back at his den, scowling because of the wounds. They were deep, but they sure did sting. Of course, he was much too stubborn to go ask for help from the healer. And even if he did want help, or desperately needed help, the healer was nowhere to be found. He licked the bloody cuts and bites with his tongue, wincing at each jolt of pain shooting through his body.
Friday rolled around in the snow, grinning happily as she looked at Luke. "Lukey," she said with a whine in her voice, like a spoiled pup, "I'm cold." She gave him a lopsided grin as she rose to her paws and shook all the snow that was on her gray pelt onto him. "That's better," she giggled.