Black and Blue

Silent truly was one of the few wolves he'd met that he could tolerate time and time again. Often he met others that he was perfectly content never seeing again, though when it came to Silent he found his mind straying to her every so often, wondering where she might be and how she was faring out in the world on her own. Apparently now he didn't have to wonder though, at least not for much longer. He zeroed in on her as she approached, watching the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. "I suppose there's always room for improvement," he suggested lightly, though he though she was quite likely one of the most skilled wolves he'd ever met, at least when it came to yearlings. Silent had been on her own for as long as he'd known her, and though he knew now the life of a loner was not always the easiest, she clearly was doing well with it. Maybe even better than he was.

He gave a nod in response to her admission. "Longer than I wanted too," he admitted softly. It was rare that he was so open when it came to his feelings, but he really had missed her and it seemed fitting to match what she was giving him. "I've missed you too." The words felt strange leaving his tongue; it was rare he even admit such things to his siblings even when he had missed them terribly. "Have you been in the north all this time? Or did your journeys take you far from here?"