Daesamarlowered his head onto his paws as he listened to the elder’s words, his silver gaze shot open, when he realized he was getting a small story. Ears perking and his tail thumping excitedly against the snow, the bi colored wolf listened eagerly, even though it had been a very brief tale.
“I like that, it does seem fitting.”, he said, nodding in agreement before coughing and quickly adding
“I-i mean, i don’t think your poor s- gah! Garmir.” There it went again, the wolf’s well mannered habits causing him to bite his tongue, at least he didn’t call the arthy male a squirrel again.
“Daes works sir.” He said without really thinking much about it that time, a tad distracted by Garmir’s next line. It fascinated the young wolf, the ideas of something guiding them.
“I don’t know, but my mom always talked about howling high on the mountain peaks, maybe that’s where some wolves went? thinking it over, the idea did seem a bit odd, and it confused Daes. The young wolf didn’t really enjoy being confused, he liked having answers for stuff.
“Maybe we crossed paths to help one another?” he offered in response.