Hearthwood River Mistaking smoke for heaven's light

“The very best,’ he added with a laugh, his features soft as he studied the tawny male. It would not be the same without Laike patrolling the redwoods. He would adjust, as would the rest of the pack, but that did not mean the Artemieva’s presence would be missed any less. He sincerely hoped the golden fields would work out for him—as well as his pursued relationship with Adelayde. There would always be a home among the giants for Laike and his lady friend if they grew weary of the rye. Lachesis would make sure of that.

He nodded at the suggestion despite the corners of his mouth falling. XIX was delaying the inevitable, he knew that. It appeared Laike was doing the same, for neither wolf seemed willing to allow the conversation to end. He gave his shoulders a soft shake to eliminate some of the rain water that had gathered between his fur. One more walk. Taking the lead XIX motioned for his (soon to be ex-) second to follow him, his large paws sinking into the water-logged ground with every step. He would take the Artemieva along the borders one last time before he would lead him into the lowlands, just like they had done several weeks ago when they had gone to visit the Rye wolves. It was there that Lachesis wouldn’t say goodbye, but see you later instead. They would still be neighbours; their paths would cross again. Just not as frequently as he would like.

Fade.

stick with those who stick with you