Had the other man left as soon as he'd entered his third year? It was the earliest wolves struck out on their own, at least in Hagar's experience. It was an option that had been his to take if wanted, but he'd needed another year with his family before he'd been ready to say good bye. He was glad he had done so.
Hagar would have let the conversation lull there, but his newfound acquaintance continued with a new tangent. Green eyes regarded amber, and his tail thumped the ground behind him happily.
"I would be glad to," he rumbled appreciatively. It would make the travel much easier, having another soul to wander, hunt and shelter with. Were he more emotionally attuned, Hagar would assure the other man that he was perfectly content to listen no matter how much Moore could talk, even if he didn't have a lot to say in response and as long as he wasn't trying to sleep or track. Instead, he assumed the pumpkin-eyed wolf already knew all this, and said nothing on the subject.
"Oh," his gaze had wandered up again, just in time to see a falling star.
"It died. Did you see it?"
Stars were considered incredibly long-lived, and so seeing one pass was considered a rare event that wolves were honored to see. Or so
his parents had taught
him. Good luck, some might say.
(This post was last modified: Jan 06, 2022, 05:53 AM by Hagar.)