washboard melody

A very strange, subconscious part of Solo's mind was truly shocked that the Blackthorn had simply decided to come visit. A deep rooted feeling that he wasn't worth the time and energy of the visit, though he couldn't voice the strange feeling that bubbled in his chest at those words. Regardless, his ears perked when Corvus said "We could do something if you wanted. To stay awake, I mean. Unless you'd rather be alone," and he offered up a lopsided smile. Shaking out his pelt a little, the pale youth let the last dredges of weariness escape with a wide yawn. "Sounds great to me, I don't really like being lazy." he said with a small smile, and rose the rest of his way to his paws. It was strange to notice that he wasn't too much smaller than the older male, and still growing. He was still getting used to the concept of being grown, and not a tiny pup toddling around the whelping den just playing at adulthood.

"I was wondering if I could ask for some help with my training, actually. I was hoping to take up patrolling the borders soon, but I'm not sure how that works." he admitted a bit bashfully, the dark mask upon his features hiding some of the blush that rose to his cheeks. The alabaster boy wasn't a fan of being found lacking in any respect, or relying on others for help. However, the rational part of his brain was aware that it was completely fine to ask others for help, and Corvus was certainly one of the best wolves to ask about this task, specifically.

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