Nocturne
He gave a small, non-committal hum in response, his good eye on the ground as he followed behind her. He wasn’t terribly observant but he thought back to what he had found when he searched for his own den. Close to water but not too close, and close to the pack. Well where the hell was the rest of the pack? He let out a small grunt of frustration as the wheels turned in his mind. One of the caves he supposed. Since there was snow on the mountain there would be water filtering through the stalactites, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. It would have to be a stream. His own den was high on the mountain, further than the average wolf was willing to travel, mostly because he didn’t want to be bothered, but to an extent because he wanted an excuse not to include himself in the pack as much as possible. Deep down he wasn’t ready to rejoin life and be social, the scars in his heart were too deep and too fresh for that. He was silent while his thoughts buzzed restlessly, his line of sight off in the distance, his expression vacant, as if he wasn’t even paying attention to her. |
