Morning Peace

The subtle brush of paws through the grass brought his head up from his breakfast, eyes pricked and eyes finding the source. He locked eyes with the wolf, watching for a few heartbeats as she kept her distance. It seemed most common for wolves to keep their distance. Other than Moon, his encounters, while few for the most part, seemed to follow this little dance.

Finally, he called out with an easy, smooth rumble. “Good morning, Lady. I hope it finds you well.”

Curiosity was a favored tendency with him—how could one learn if they asked no questions and never observed? True, ignorance could be blissful in the face of disaster and heartbreak, but one could learn from such things if they observed what caused them. Perhaps they could learn enough to divert the next disaster.

His body language remained neutral, even friendly, but he made no move to approach her, letting her decide whether to respond and approach, or go on her own way.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think