old stomping grounds

*Torben* · 07-01-2022, 11:27 PM

It was easy to pack up and move when something didn't go your way. If you didn't like things, you could change them. The fact this wolf didn't spoke about his resilience. Torben didn't even say this as flattery; it was fact. He stated it bluntly but kindly. Almost in awe. His head tilted to the side somewhat. "Then yer hardy than most" he pointed out "if ye didn't like it, ye could leave. Ye stay - and it ain't me business why - but ye stick it out."

He stopped, admiring the way the waves rolled along with the crisp yet cold sand. Even if it was winter, the water was strong. The gulls cried above his head more and more, circling the two wolves as if waiting for food to be dropped. A few actually fought over a few fish that had beached themselves. Caw. Caw. His head almost pounded from the noise and also the sensitivity of the light. "It shows ye have character" he added, turning on the spot and beginning to head off.

If the lad didn't want to speak to him properly, he didn't mind. It was his choice in the end. But Torben couldn't stick around. He felt lethargic. Tired. A migraine pounded. /exit if not stopped

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