Skor had matured into a large wolf, his body bigger than any of his siblings. Hell, he was even bigger than Father! With that size came muscle, which rippled under his chocolate-and-caramel pelt as he moved through the forest. He'd been spending alot of time away from the family, not because they were suffocating or anything; just because he wanted alone time. Skor was a rather solitary wolf. It wasn't that he wasn't social, because he was -- on his time.
But today, he wanted to spend time with them. He padded back to the den. His cool heart warmed at the sight of his now-grown brothers, his loving-but-sulking father and his mother... Dearest Shezaam. He hurried to her side, dipping his muzzle underneath hers, tail wagging. "How are you, mother?"
