Fireflies and Butterflies

Long legs took the young man far. He liked to travel and often moved at a distance eating lope. The chilly winter wind bit at his face, but after a while the discomfort shifted to numbness. Snow had fallen quickly in other parts of the land, but the temperature wasn't low enough for it to snow at the lake just yet. Frogs still croaked, though they sounded tired. Steam rose from the black and white mans nose as he breathed. He had no doubt that even a place like this would be covered in snow soon.

As Beat moved along, a figure appeared in the distance. White ears flicked forward and the man slowed his pace, moving forward at a walk instead of a lope. The winter breeze brought the scent of the wolf straight to him. He recognized the scent and perked up as he continued his approach.

Aslaug looked upset. The expression on her face brought the brute's brow furrowing. "Aslaug?" The man's voice had changed since the last time that they'd met. It was deeper and rumbling. He'd filled out and was looking quite healthy these days. Much different than the emaciated boy he'd once been. Though his voice had changed, the concern was evident. "Are you alright?"


"Chatting." & 'Thinking'