Running was a mistake.
It was the absolute worst invention in the whole entire world and Cottongrass sure hoped that the first wolf to ever run knew that. His everything hurt! From his paws to even his tail because he was very dramatic like that. Yet he refused to stop or even slow down his breakneck pace. He couldn't! Not when the scent of Askan was growing stronger with each passing second and his excitement only grew.
Because he spent the last month in absolute hell. The mountainous forests of the west had turned against him even though he once considered the region a second home. Apparently the sentiment wasn't mutual. How was he supposed to know that?! If he knew that he probably never would have wandered out there in a fit of self-pitying nostalgia in the first place. And he probably wouldn't have found Rayza but he tried not to think too much about the possibilities that came with that idea. He was determined to find and help the kid even if he didn't really understand his own reasoning.
But those were thoughts for later.
Thoughts for when he wasn't running like a madmen after the scent trail of one Askan Selwyn. And he still didn't believe what Reyes had told him moments before. About leaving Wild Rye Fields and all the other stuff that followed. Except it quickly turned out none of those worries mattered. Not when he crossed the fiery treeline into a meadow of dying grass and spotted the man he was looking for.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He barked. His yellow eyes shined and his jaws fell into a grin that was as happy as it was exhausted. He found the energy inside of himself to give one last crazed sprint forward and closed the gap between them. "Askan!" He called out. It was the last thing he said before colliding into a stocky frame covered in dark brown fur. They could worry about personal space later! Like when Cottongrass didn't have the serious need to lick and nuzzle the hell out of his best friend.
He had missed him.