You've been holding out on me, she playfully accused, and he glanced at her with a raised brow. Her words continued on, guiding his eyes back unto the night sky. For the first time in his life, he considered the possibility that maybe a wolf would one day find out. Who knew how high mountains and trees could grow, what other facets of the land met the sky out in the parts of the world he knew nothing about?
It certainly was a lot to ponder, and he'd never known that to be a worthwhile endeavor. Yet it felt productive, important even, sitting here, immobile but taking strides by simply experiencing what was around him with another wolf.
What you said was really beautiful.
Hagar met her gaze once more, unsure what had struck her so about his words - they'd been simple, meandering musings to his own ears. Still, his tail gave a few more thuds upon the snowy ground, happy to have pleased her all the same.
"They're just thoughts," he spoke almost shyly, not wanting to be perceived as attempting to correct her but also unsure what else to express. He scuffed a large chocolate paw at the ground.
"... what was the old Ridge like? Did they... have stories about the sky?"
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