Panorama Peak Through the Good, Through the Bad, and Ugly

It would probably take more than a few days, but Reyes had gotten used to his friend’s wandering ways by now. Days, maybe a week or two – once they got past that, he’d start worrying if Cottongrass had gotten hurt (or worse). He thrummed, deep in his throat, and gave the younger wolf a small nod. “A few days,” he agreed, leaning in to bump against the pale wolf before he turned to leave; because they were friends, weren’t they? This probably wasn’t the kind of friend he ever imagined having, but those were few and in short supply – nothing wrong with a little surprise. Cotton was a loyal man. You couldn’t ask for more than that.

“Safe travels, kid.”

And with that, the large male turned about, heading back towards where he and Askan had set up their temporary den.

End.

REYES | Dead man walking.