om is the bow, the arrow is soul

The stranger noticed him and smiled, his tail swishing. Immediately joy sprung up in Nagendra’s chest. Wonderful! One of his favorite things had to be finding a perfect stranger who was perfectly friendly. The tips of his teeth showed as he grinned softly, stopping at a comfortable distance. His ears tilted forward to the sound of an odd accent. He decided almost instantly that he liked it very much. ”Just exploring!” he replied. ”And, well, heading back to the mainland. But, taking a bit of a detour to explore,” he explained. ”The trees here are very pretty.” He glanced back briefly towards the aspens, and then back to his company.

The other wolf introduced himself, and Nagendra beamed. ”My name is Nagendra Bahri. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Creed,” his airy voice replied. ”What brings you here?” he would return the earlier question, shifting his weight to one side slightly. The other male, he noted, now that he was closer, was a far more complex mix of greys and blacks than he’d been able to see from afar. Black covered his nose, and dripped below eyes that were a bright green, like Nagendra’s own. He was bigger than the wanderer, and his coat exceptionally fluffy. Fairly handsome, he decided.