Like Oleander

He couldn’t help but laugh, his nose ducking behind his crossed wrists as a wide grin split his features. “I did the same thing when I was a pup!” He said excitedly, overjoyed that he and the stranger had something in common. “I snuck out of my grandfathers keep during the guard shift, my father had half the country looking for me, blessed Ley he was furious when I came home.” He had gotten so carried away recounting his own misadventure that he hadn’t even realized his words might be lost on the other male, how did one explain sentries and masonry to a wolf that had only ever known the natural wonders of the world and the combined efforts of fellow packmates rather than the sworn duty of seasoned fighters?

Something else Celestin had said caught his attention then; he thought it had gone without saying that there would be other wolves with the rainbow pelt he carried, but it seemed he was an oddity in this land as well, despite the implication that he had siblings with similar coats.

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