On the Oregon trail

Lachlan had turned north again after he’d left the girls in a place where they could more easily find their way home. He was especially worried over the orange marked girl but he assumed she got home alright. He had an attraction to the snow, and despite the harsh weather found himself enjoying his time in the high north. That didn’t stop his thoughts from returning southward to wonder what Tyrian might be doing. Or if he missed him.

He also wondered if Tyr enjoyed the cold and snow as much as he did. When you were prepared it wasn’t bad, and was certainly enjoyable. Maybe he’d have to ask the man to join him. Would he leave the pack for a few days to see the sights with him? He’d pulled out all the stops on their dinner.. Date. Yes it was most definitely a date.

The thought warmed him as the wind tried to blow right through him. Lachlan managed to secure another thick pelt around his torso, and his cold tolerance boosted with it. This place felt like the top of the world. But instead of being alone like he expected there was another wolf not so far away. He was making his way to the mysterious ice bridge. Lachlan couldn’t help his natural curiosity and loped forward.

Another gust of wind threatened to topple him but Lachlan crouched as he howled to get the strangers attention. Maybe it would be enough to get over the screaming of the wind.