Escaping the Reality

The steady sounds of the world around him were soothing. He let himself focus fully on them, to push all other thoughts from his mind and to calm himself. In doing so it made him relax more and even made him a little dopey. He didn't mind being dopey since there was no real rush to get back. He wouldn't stay out too long, not wanting to let things being overwhelming for Torin just yet. He was out to help him, give him experience until he was comfortable to truly take over. Though Frost wouldn't admit it, he feared that day. With him getting older, no mate or kids, he felt there wouldn't be enough duties to keep himself busy and to keep his mind busy. Jewell's kids were not runts anymore so there was no need for a babysitter. It was a lot to think about if he left his mind drift towards the future.

A bark roused him from his state, his eyes gently opening and his head turning to glance in the direction it came from. A familiar form approached, speaking out and making Frost smile. Frost had remembered his last encounter with Amos, speaking about hunting and sharing a bit of what he knew when it came to hunting. It would be a nice distraction to have the younger male's company. The wind brought his scent to him and along with that intermingled the scent of pack. A lot had happened since their last meeting.

"Yeah the weather was calm enough I figured it wouldn't hurt for a little trip. And you? Seems you have joined with a pack," he replied with a smile.

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