Two Sides of the Circle of Life [Joining]

She didn’t speak for a long time, instead examining the offering, though he spotted the smirk twitching around her lips and wondered what thoughts had amused her. Probably that a horse was asking to join a wolf pack.

But when she spoke, it was a question. One he was happy – proud – to answer truthfully.

His neck arched, ears pricking forward as he stated, “I am the son – well, one of them, but the only one from that pairing – of Obsidian and Mystral, though I never met my sire—he’d lost the herd before mine and my twin’s birth.”

His head tipped to the side to better see the wolf, wondering what her reaction would be. Had she even heard of his mother? The wolves could well have dismissed his mother’s existence as soon as she’d gone her own way after Cormalin’s death. They were horses after all. And wolves normally ate horses. Obsidian had often nickered in laughter at the memory as she told it, of the pack’s reactions when a horse stood among them without fear at meetings.

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