old stomping grounds

*Torben* · 06-21-2022, 04:40 PM

Torben walked south, following the cries of seagulls as they shrieked above his skull. Gulls, to his knowledge, knew where to find water. He roamed closer, remarking on the trees that grew apart. It was as if a tunnel was welcoming him, beckoning him further inward. He spotted a dark shape ahead of him. Slowing his pace until he was under the cover of the foliage, he blinked against the light. His eyes itched.

"Lo there!" he called out to the other wolf. A youngling, like the pale girl in the north, if he had to guess. Untainted by most of life, only for it to grow the more that he lived on. Torben's voice was civil and polite, even if he hadn't a care what rank or status this boy had. Due to his albinism, he stayed where he was. Though he did take in the sights. Some could say he was keeping his distance out of respect, but one look at him could be told otherwise.

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