I Don't Know Why, I Don't Know Why

He tensed his back legs, ready to spring to a higher branch in front of him when a voice broke his concentration. He looked over the side of the branch he stood on, head cocked, then raised a brow as he attempted to make sense of who or what exactly he was seeing. At first he thought it was some kind of parrot; Saint’s knew there had been no shortage of the multihued birds on the distant shores he had fled, but he quickly noted that the eyes stared at him directly rather than on either side of its head. He was a wolf! . His jaw hung open slightly as realization dawned on him. His father had mentioned a girl in his old pack; Artis- or something- that was as blue as the sea, and her sister whose name he couldn’t place at all, who was as red as the dawn before a storm, but had never entertained the possibility that he might have been telling the truth.

Eura, noticing her companion’s diverted attention quickly scaled back down to see what could have possibly been more exciting than racing up a tree. She dropped onto the slate wolf’s back but he hardly seemed to notice.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

He snapped back to attention quickly, his demeanor changing in an instant to one of confidence and (mostly feigned) pride. He had never been addressed as “sir” before, but quickly found it to his liking. Leaping briskly from the branch he landed almost effortlessly in front of the strangely colored boy. “It is indeed.” He replied with all the poise of a fully formed adult and seasoned adventurer.

He glanced around quickly then; taking in the crystal blue skies, the snow piling on the branches of the trees, all in vivid daylight. Yes, it was a beautiful day, and he noted; a beautiful place. It was still early winter thankfully and the warm autumn meant that the true harshness of winter was thankfully a few weeks away. He looked down at the pup quickly, noting his plush fur and fairly round belly. He would be fine, he was sure.

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