Ganges

As you climb along the stony trails of the rich mountains you find your paw giving out from beneath you, leaving you to nearly tumble forward on your face. How embarrassing. You really hope no one saw that- oh. You feel teeth at the scruff of your fur pulling you upright and you let out warning snarl on instinct. A faint whimper is heard and some scurrying. “ Sorry! Sorry! “  you turn and meet the eyes of the one housing an admittedly high pitched weasly voice. They smell male. “ Nice to meet you...sorry I just didn’t want you to hurt yourself! “ the inky auburn colored wolf mutters to you his head lowered, form trembling like a scared welp. “ My husband actually owns theses lands but um- feel free to explore! I’m sure he won’t mind... “ somehow you don’t feel so sure about that. But you nod and take your leave regardless. How did a King end up married to such a hot mess like that anyways?