Far From Home

The dame before him was patient and listened to his words as he had spoken. Scipio felt as calm as he sat there on his haunches in the dirt; obviously Mercianne?s presence was comforting as well. After he had broken eye contact the femme said that Glaciem was nice and how good they have been to her. A smile came upon the brute?s face. Scipio was glad that she was treated well; it would be unfortunate to have such a great wolf to be mistreated.

With his golden ears listening he heard that she said maybe when they found a place to rest. Scipio knew that meant they would talk some more later so he was excited. This was his first real conversation with a wolf in a while and wondered if he was doing it right. With a shake of his head to clear his mind the golden boy stood up.

"Yes, but I assume we can talk as we walk. If I may ask, what about you?" he asked as he started to walk towards the dame; but on the side so she would follow as they walked to their resting place.

Curiosity piqued the brute's mind, he now wondered what Mercianne had been through. What kind of history did she contain, what sort of life. With each step the long pieces of fur on top of the brute's head swayed a bit as he walked. The russet brown fur was unusually longer than the rest of his coat but that didn't matter to him.

The building was not too far ahead and held a promising resting place, somewhere safe for the night.

"And I do think when we are all settled I would like to hear about this Glaciem if it is not too troubling." he said as his cobalt blue eyes looked over to her for a moment with a smile.