Ears flattened backwards and the dark wolf huffed.  That way.  His mother might have well told him ‘near the trees’ or ‘somewhere the sun shines’.  He did not bother to hide the cross expression, still not having entirely forgiven the woman for past transgressions.  Still, he supposed, it was the only information he had at all.  Beggars can’t be choosers, he thought bitterly, grinding his teeth together.

Turning about, he peered in the general northerly direction and huffed again, not keen at all on his prospects.  Still, what else could he do?  Wait around in hopes Bishop might suddenly appear?  Wait for the summer to come and go without him?

“Fine.  I’ll go,” he bit out, turning back to his mother.  It would take some time, he imagined, to track the snake’s scent, or run into another wolf that had seen the bastard wyrm.  Ugh.  Brows furrowed all the deeper.  “It’ll be a while before I’m back.” A promise, or a warning?  The wolf shrugged, and braced himself.  “See you when I see you.”

And he was off again.

End.