The lessons from Anastasia had been going swimmingly — there was still a lot to learn, but at least he was more prepared than he had been upon first entering Relic Lore. Nineteen was still nervous when the two parted ways to scout out new territory alone, but he was growing more comfortable when it came to meeting feral wolves. At least now, compared to his meeting with the midnight loner, he understood what was right and wrong. Thanks to the help of his new friend Lachesis was making less mistakes every time he explored the land — he couldn't afford to make mistakes, not with Ana dedicating so much of her time to help him. After leaving the blue-eyed girl curled up in their temporary den, the boy found himself in another forest. He had passed through the same eerie forest he had discovered days ago to reach this new area — at first it had been difficult to travel through, the foliage was packed so tightly together Lach was unsure if he'd make it to the other side. Eventually the trees began to decrease in number, many of them laying broken on the blackened earth while others had withered into piles of ash. A disaster had devoured the southern half of the forest, and the unknown sparked the yearling's curiosity. He took several steps into the burnt half of the forest before stopping, his head swinging around to take in the scenery. He regretted not waking up Ana when he decided to leave, but he had told her prior to them falling asleep to come find him in the morning. As much as he wanted to carry on, Lachesis would wait for his friend to catch up to him. He felt guilty discovering the forest without her and decided that next time he wanted to go exploring he would wake up her up at the crack of dawn so they could go on an 'adventure' together. Nineteen also felt guilty about a lot of others things. He appreciated everything the female had done for him, but he felt like a burden. Anastasia was the type of wolf who would flourish in these lands without the boy holding her back. The patience she had for him was bewildering — he had never known a wolf to be as patient as she was aside from his mother. Anastasia was a whangdoodle; there was an air of mystery that engulfed her and drew the younger boy in with each day they spent together. He also felt guilty about being so vague about his past — after the blue-eyed girl had opened up to him Lachesis was unsure of how to bring up his history to her. His own pack had been soft compared to hers, but he had experienced his own troubles. They hardly compared to what she had gone through, which was why he was so hesitant in talking about it. It wasn't important — making Ana happy and being at her side was important. |
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