Our Place

Bronze was long since accustomed to the harsh weather of the north. He'd been born and raised here, and he had no doubt he'd likely die here too, regardless of where his journeys took him in the interim. Most of his first year or so of life had revolved around simply learning to survive on his own, and now he'd perfected it, though the life of a lone wolf was often monotonous. Though he wasn't necessarily unsatisfied with this sort of existence, occasionally he found himself wondering if there was more to it than simply surviving and self-improvement.

He'd never considered that his relationships with others outside his family might be part of what else the world had in store for him - at least not until very recently. Hearing Silent call out for him from around a tall redwood tree, his somber mood seemed to brighten almost immediately, and he moved to greet her. It didn't take long to close the distance between them, and a barely-noticeable smile graced his features, which had grown substantially less pup-like as he neared his second birthday. His own tail gave a slow, steady wag of acknowledgment at her presence and he offered a slow nod of his head in greeting. "Silent," he started, his voice practically a low rumble at first. "I trust you've been well?" Not that it'd been too long since he'd seen her; it seemed she intended to stay in the north and their paths had practically orbited one another's as of late, something that he certainly wouldn't complain about.