For my dear little @Askan! Backdated for 3/4.
Per Askan’s request, they were out and about by the next day. The beta took care of making sure they had permission from the boss man – and that was it, really, wasn’t it? There was nothing to pack. If they were hungry, they’d make a kill. Neither were planning on getting sick or injured, nor were they planning on being gone for a particularly long time. It was early still when the pair extracted themselves, meeting up on the southern border of Wild Rye Fields – and then they were off. In the wee hours, there wasn’t much to say. They traveled through the snow – much colder than it’d been the day before. What melted before now crunched beneath their feet.
It was the sound of running water in the distance that finally inspired the older male to break the silence. His ears pricked and he nudged Askan’s shoulder before breaking into a lope, eager to refuel on fresh, running water. “Hurry up, abuelo,” he rasped, moonlit eyes sparkling as he extended his gait, unaware of anything out of the ordinary as he bent down to have a drink. There was the stench of pack in the distance, but they’d simply avoid the neighbors for now. He lifted his head, about to ask the beta which direction he’d like to take when he realized there was something sticking out of the spring, further into the large pool of water. “What the fuck is that?”