Ain't Half As Sweet as Rotting Meat

*Naiche* · 08-21-2021, 02:19 PM

Naiche had been roaming the pack border when the howl came. The golden wolf kept his days long between work and kids. Resting was a thing he would do when he was old and grey if he had to. Stopping to rest for more than a night's sleep to recover energy seemed a waste of time.

Naiche took a few more minutes to follow a scent of a coyote but found it had left the area. They had pups around which made coyotes more of a threat in the pack land than an adult wolf would be concerned about. Turning around he jogged to where Asla was. Her call had no note of concern to rush. Certainly, he would have run if there was any cause for concern. Spotting the fire Naiche headed towards it, slowing to a walk as he got closer. Naiche had never actually learned how to make a fire but he also had never felt a need to. Perhaps someday.

“Asla,” Naiche sat down near her lowering his head to gently nudge it against the side of her head for a moment before lifting it up to a relaxed level. “What's going on?” She really wasn’t one to just call for a casual chat so something must have happened. Whether she was upset and needed someone to talk to or action needed to be taken, neither of them just hung out to ‘chat’ to kill time.

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