Sightseeing
Aramis stood admiring the proud pillar of stone, wondering what stories it could tell if it were able to speak. Surely it had already been here hundreds of years, and would continue to stand for hundreds more. He was fascinated. And this wasn't even the grandest formation! Another, a massive arch probably fifty feet high, stood in the near distance. Aramis lifted a paw, about to leave the stone pillar to get a closer look at that arch, when suddenly the wind changed and he caught an unfamiliar scent.
He tensed a bit involuntarily when he looked over his shoulder and saw the stranger so close. He shouldn't have let his guard down like that. What if some of these wolves were unfriendly? What if they were like his kidnappers? But Aramis temporarily shook away the thought and turned to greet the young man as he approached. He looked to be about the same age as Aramis, painted with impressive tongues of fire. His greeting was soft-spoken and brief, to which Aramis smiled softly and lowered his head in respectful greeting. "Greetings," he replied.
He saw the way his paw moved, and wondered if it was a tic of some kind. Either way, he was careful not to stare or ask any rude questions about it. "My name is Aramis," he said. Because the polite thing to do was introduce yourself, right? Aramis was never much of a conversationalist, and honestly he didn't know what else to say. His next choice would have been commenting on the weather.
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