Completion

The cave just smelled like aged dust, the other wolf, and himself though. Certainly, there was no one else here. Svetovid rolled his shoulders and lowered his head to sniff at the ground. There wasn’t anything else in front of him to trip on. He straightened again as the stranger assured him he wasn’t disturbing her – she was just looking for something. He cocked his head a little. ”A rock?” his low voice echoed. If he had a sense of humor, he would have said something about finding one just then when he’d mashed his foot unceremoniously against it. But his humor was water the desert – sparse and quickly vanishing when it did arrive. He merely wondered about the female’s task. A rock? A special rock, or just any rock?

The beast remained rooted to the ground, not wanting to leave, and unsure of what to do next. His company introduced herself, and he stared into the darkness, trying to imagine what she looked like. She sounded… cute. Her voice was sweet like a summer breeze. He wondered if she would tower over him like Lirika. He opened his mouth slightly, hesitating for a second before responding, ”I’m Svetovid. Svetovid Bane.” He didn’t think much about his surname. Why did he keep it? And didn’t “bane” mean something bad? It sounded cruel. It had just always been there though, unlike the father that bestowed it upon him. Maybe he ought to rid himself of it, he thought. But at the same time, he felt like he would be deprived of any sort of identity. On his own, he was truly no one. He didn’t want to be no one.