Oakley

Oakley POV

'River! You prideful weirdo. Why are you prancing around like a show pup?' I ask my wolf as he paces in my mind. I had been laid, staring at my ceiling in the pack house since 3 am. Having my wolf be so unsettled woke me, as he tended to be calm and placid. Being a warrior wolf, River was an absolute beast when attacked, otherwise, he's a quiet and steady presence in my mind. I love him for that. I couldn't put up with a constant stream of my wolf's bullshit running through my mind. I know a lot of warrior wolves are like that. They're so excitable and ready for a fight, it's like their mouth wont shut off. Besides the constant feeling of his presence in my mind, I know that River will only make himself heard when necessary. He isn't one to be demanding or unsettled. This morning though, he has been puffing up his chest, pacing and preening himself consistently as I attempted to get back to sleep. I wish I could shut him out... or he would just tell me what his deal is tod