Lone Roamer

Kione’s ears were keen and how could one even question it with their large size.  As Venom let herself be noticed his head quickly swiveled to her.  No sign of concern for the wolf's presence but simply a bit of curiosity.   It seemed both strange and welcoming that the wolf would choose to approach.  Well, why not?  They were both clearly of similar species even if not the exact same.  “Greetings luv,” the response offered with ease.  There were very few things Kione feared, and he’d already faced the only true fear and survived it.

Perhaps, like him, the wolf was just in a better mood with a bit of normalcy hinting to return.  The mushrooms were here but perhaps not quite as plentiful as he’d seen before.  Kione wasn’t sure if that was due to location or a pattern change as of yet.  “Kione,” he offered his name casually, “roaming rogue with a penitent for fun,” might as well offer some means of describing himself.  The dog did have a name from his family but with them all dead he hadn’t felt like choking up the reminder of what no longer existed except in himself

Kione moved closer, putting a bit less distance in for casual conversation.  Kione was cautious not to enter a pack land but it hadn’t been that far off he’d smelled some warning boundaries.  “Live about here?”


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