Wild Cherry Orchard Midnight At Full Speed

No set route for Itai Sole, it seemed. She had no plan; she was simply wandering wherever her legs carried her across Relic Lore. Quite the nomad’s way of travelling but Maksim couldn’t knock it until he tried it. He tried to make a conscious decision of where he wanted to go and why he wanted to go there. It didn’t matter if it were to track prey, to find shelter, to approach a pack. He simply needed to know. He had to have things done in a structured way. It was simply the way he was raised. His father had always said “everything must be in its right place” and Maksim sort of adopted the philosophy himself.

Her gaze was sky bound now, focusing on the full moon above their heads. Her overall goal was to get into a pack—that much was obvious—but to take it day by day. The Baranski’s gaze followed her own, briefly, as he pondered momentarily what it was like to live such an oddly carefree lifestyle. She mentioned that exploring was nice but there didn’t seem to be many other souls wandering about all alone. “Mm, I agree. I haven’t seen any others … well, excluding you, of course.” It certainly felt like they were the only two lone wolves on the planet right now.

Itai used the Baranski’s name and his focus was entirely shifted back to her instead of gazing at the moon thinking “how a wolf do the lonely”. He nods quickly, returning her smile. It was understandable that she wanted to move on, find somewhere and relatively quick. “Of course, I understand.” He rolls his shoulders in an attempt to limber up before he too set off. “And you make wonderful company, Miss Itai. I’m sure our paths shall cross again.”