<blockquote> As elusive as he may have been this week at Swift River, Kenai didn't exclude himself completely from the pack schedule. In fact he had everything pretty well memorized - well at least anything that involved the puppies. Corinna's heavy den scent came riding on the breeze and his head tilted up slightly as his nostrils flared taking it in. Rich golden eyes peered from quite a distance and <i>finally</i> a puppy emerged.
It didn't appear that Corinna was anywhere near, but there was that inevitable black hole in which she could be in - the den. He sighed, knowing better than to parade up to a mother's den. But as the puppy came out without hesitation Kenai's ears perked up excitedly. His tail silently waving back and forth. Deciding against all his instincts, he went forward emerging from his hiding spot in the heavy undergrowth.
As he slowly approached, and yet still kept a good distance from the entrance - although his eyes never took away he wagged his tail a bit harder, his head dipping down to be level with the pup. It may have look a bit strange, his shoulders humped up. <b>"Hey! Fenru!"</b> He chimed happily, hoping the pup would remember him but wouldn't take it to heart if he didn't.
Kenai was working up the courage to beg Corinna to let him watch the pups - she could take longer breaks and spend more time out and about. It would be beneficial to her. He nodded to himself, trying to think of a way to bring it up if she where to show.
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