It was strange really, how quickly how things could change. How one moment things seemed set in stone and the next they crumbled, as though made from dried clay. But on the other hand, sometimes the course of change took its time ,like a trickling stream.Good things, positive changes were slow but certain. And bad things, awful changes were sudden and heartbreaking, like a clap of thunder. A jolt to his system.The Selwyn had always wanted things to stay the same, he enjoyed the predictable nature of his routine day in day out. But these days, after everything that had happened he supposed that it wasn't all that bad. Sure, Percy had gone missing,was attacked and had lost her memory as a result. But the pack was stronger than ever before and his relationship with Reyes was more than he could have ever asked for.
So, whilst new things weren't always for the best, there seemed to be an odd balance to this world. There couldn't be unhappiness without happiness, right? And vice versa?
Askan was no philosopher and just thinking about this sort of thing was more than enough to make his head ache. It was all so complicated, like a tangled mess he couldn't unravel. Did he even want to? Would would he gain from it, a sense of enlightenment? That wasn't something the Yukon wolf wanted, honestly, so he thought that perhaps this sort of deep shit was best left alone. Scholars could ponder about this, Askan had simply left the field to look for some food to fill the caches.
He'd hoped for some peace and quiet, but it seemed as though fate had other plans. The tundra was vast and massive, so the chances of running into a stranger were pretty damn slim. And yet Askan, of course, had the-mis- fortune to happen upon what seemed to be a muttering lunatic. Sure, he grumbled to himself from time to time, but he never monologued. And yes, here was a difference Askan couldn't help but look on with a judgemental gaze as she stomped towards him, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Which was bloody rude, if you asked him. Enough to make his hackles bristle in irritation
Scowling, the Selwyn stomped along and once close enough barked to announce his presence and when that didn't work, he called out to her with sharp, condescending tone. "Oi, watch where the hell you're walking. Talking to yourself like that, pft, you some nut case?"
As crass as it might seem, it felt good to bitch at someone again. As though he was flexing a long misused muscle. He'd been forced to play nice for too long, had to mind his words and keep his tone polite as he worked shit out with the neighbours. But out here with this nobody he could be himself and say whatever was on his mind.