for the ache that troubles you

The newly made Heir was fit to burst to tell someone. He felt like he was walking on air, even if his father had made it clear that he still felt the young wolf had a lot to learn. The first scent he caught was Wren’s, though it led out of pack lands.

He was quick to follow after his friend, until he reached the entrance to the mines. He walked cautiously a couple steps, wondering if he would get lost in the warren down here. “Wren?” he called out at the same time that she said ‘who’ and he turned to find her with a grin. Padding more happily into the mines now. “What have you got there?” he asked, seating himself comfortably beside his friend.


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