Heartleaf Creek Race With No End

The shadow appreciated his friend’s silence. He was fortunate that he few wolves he had developed friendships with understood his reluctance to speak or divulge into personal matters. He preferred to keep things to the point as small talk was not his forte. Neither was conversation, though. If Greer had his way he would go his entire life without conversing with others (or even interacting when them), but living in Relic Lore made that impossible.

“Greer think,” he responded as his mercury gaze focused on his sparrow-coloured friend, his shoulders rolling alongside his words. “Find places. New places. Greer explore.” Most of the time when Greer was out and about he was looking for somewhere else to call home. He had been unsuccessful in finding somewhere that was worthy of leaving the Ridge for. As much as he wanted to start fresh he also had obligations to his family. He was worried that his mother’s pack would fall into the wrong paws — see also: the grubby paws of his uncle — and was reluctant to leave just yet. Then there was his closest friend, Kyna. The redheaded princess from the east. Whether he joined her new pack or not, he still wanted to be within travelling distance. Not being able to see her wasn’t an option.

A rare smile cracked his statuesque features at Orren’s question. “Fish?” He quipped back in response, exhaling through his nose in amusement. “Rabbit also.” There was always some game lurking around the creek, waiting to be pounced on.