Sam looked quizzically at the other wolf. He could smell her, yet she seemed to be heading back the way they had come. He looked at the moon and realized it was later than he thought. He guessed it was time to head back.
He knew that his father would be suspicious if he came back with another female's scent, so nipped at the wolf to get her to follow. He lead the way back to the stream, before jumping in. He had found that the water didn't cleanse him of the smell, but dampened it so that it wasn't discernible who he had been with.
He yipped at the wolf to get her to join him, letting her know it was okay. He tried to tell her through a series of yips and barks what he was doing, but knew that it might be a bit hard to fully understand. Instead he just waited, happy that his fur was keeping him warm.
He knew that his father would be suspicious if he came back with another female's scent, so nipped at the wolf to get her to follow. He lead the way back to the stream, before jumping in. He had found that the water didn't cleanse him of the smell, but dampened it so that it wasn't discernible who he had been with.
He yipped at the wolf to get her to join him, letting her know it was okay. He tried to tell her through a series of yips and barks what he was doing, but knew that it might be a bit hard to fully understand. Instead he just waited, happy that his fur was keeping him warm.