Ye Ol' Chatterboxes

Such a unique place this was, the young man thought to himself as he crossed into the territory of the range. He could smell different prey animals that he wasn’t familiar with. He’d even come across one such creature and was watching it now with fascination. Wild cattle were grazing upon young spring crops before his very eyes. Carlisle rested upon the wolf’s back, his bright gaze also upon the cattle. The wolf and owl seemed to be in sync. They weren’t talking and yet both seemed to know almost what the other was thinking.

Finally the wolf turned away from the cattle. After his meal of a hare earlier in the day he was not yet hungry, or desperate enough, to take on such large prey. To take on a creature of that size alone in an area such as this was asking for trouble. They knew the terrain and he did not. Vitus breathed out softly, his gaze sweeping the area once more with ears perked. Carlisle could sense his friend felt distraught, yet... The problem did not lie here. His mixed feelings could only be fixed in Fiori, though Carlisle was not about to push him to immediately return. The guilty feeling would do that on it’s own with time.

Vitus paused again, blowing a bit of air through his nose to catch Carlisle’s attention. The owl fluttered to the ground before the wolf, glancing up at him. Vitus looked distracted... “What seems to be the matter, Vitus? You’ve been wandering absentmindedly all day...” The brute met the owl’s gaze but then paused, breathing in again. There were other wolf scents about. Was it truly safe to talk here?