“Thak you.” He said, tipping his head before striding past the male to explore the willows further. ”Dragoste” he thought to himself as his large paws guided over the spongy floor that covered the forest of willows. He turned the name over in his head as if he were an alchemist attempting to solve a riddle. A young pack with a young leader. He had seen firsthand how reckless young men could be even in positions of power and great importance. He hoped that Ganta would be different but he couldn’t say so with any certainty.
He crawled under the moss lined roots of a willow that had been no doubt raised in a storm and yawned. If he ever hoped for Dagan to find him he would need to stay in one place, and there was no better way to do so than to join a pack. It may have been a ways away from where they had landed, but any chance that he and the boy might be reunited was a chance he was willing to take.
