Willows

The wolf that trotted around the next tree was a yearling girl, timber in coloring with sage eyes and a visibly friendly disposition as she immediately hailed him, her tail waving. Cairo’s easy-natured grin came effortlessly, mirroring her greeting wags as he dipped his muzzle.

“You’re definitely not a young deer.” His remark was cheerful, amused as he head cocked slightly.

Her own words brought a soft chuckle. “I’m not. My pack is Valhalla, in the west of Boreas. I’m Cairo Adravendi, Steadfast Seeker of Valhalla.”

There was a visible tone of pleasure that could only come from recent promotion in his voice, and yet he remained humble. There was still such a long road to his goal, and he meant to earn it the whole way. The necklace around his neck was a new, welcome weight with his full armor – it would have been rude to have Aurielle and the others pack it home, and you never knew what might happen when you were out alone… Aurielle had plenty of stories about bears – with its beads and the few teeth that marking his inclusion in the Hunter’s Circle. He’d be getting the Lion’s tooth at his highest promotion, according to Rielle.

Again his head cocked good-naturedly as he remarked, “I take it you’re from next door to here?”

There was no leading in his query, merely simple conversation as his sapphire eyes twinkled across at her. Compared to his last encounter with a yearling out here, this cheerful wolf was a massive improvement, and he could never resist the hope of making a friend.

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