Broken Soul, Reaching Out

Rudy was a talker but he also listened to other wolves' silence.  Fern had her own thoughts to deal with and to be honest Rudy was tired.  His body had regained its strength from resting but Rudy could be lazy at times and he had watched over her throughout the day or evening or whatever.  No ghosts, neither his mom nor anything else.  No more firefly attacks and nothing new had come up to threaten them.  

He remained quiet on the way back for the first part of the trip, holding back his questions or comments.  Looking at the sky he occasionally spotted Reddy keeping an eye on them.  His friend in the air worried about him just about as much as the rest of his family.

Sometimes silence worked well and eventually she was ready to talk.  It sure took a while but patience paid off. Rudy nodded slightly at her question and for a second that was it.  He expected she was the sort that might lessen even more keenly if he didn’t rush his words.  “Once we get through here you’ll see the open plains that are part of our home.  After the plains, we’ll arrive at where we den.” He wouldn’t bother trying to explain the castle, let her experience how it looked for herself.

“Oh, as to your question yesterday?  I do have two good reasons I know you are nice,” the motley grey wolf answered, “I have good instincts and I trust them would be the main reason I choose to have faith in you.” After another second he added, “On top of that my mom, my dead mom who never talked to me after her death sent me to find you.  How could I not acknowledge that?” At the end he glanced back at her and offered a lopsided grin, “First one would have been good enough though.”

“Any chance you could tell me what you know of Resin?” He missed her and this wolf knew her name somehow.  At a guess she was younger than him so it wasn’t like she had met Resin before Rudy was born.  If she didn’t want to answer then so be it but, why wouldn’t she after all?

Rudyard Carpathius