Just throw it back, for one more night

*Florian* · 08-03-2022, 06:21 PM

For the moment though, it felt as though Florian was the only one in the pines. There were undoubtedly still packs here in the North but what were the chances of him running into a pack wolf in these lone lands? They could wander, sure, but surely there were duties to tend to in their homelands that would prevent them from interacting willy-nilly? Florian didn’t know. He hadn’t been in a pack since he was a kid with his siblings. He’d been a loner for so long now that he’d forget what pack life was like. But he didn’t mind. Being a loner had its advantages and disadvantages after all.

He had been caught up in his thoughts, so much so his guard was down as he focused on just what was in front of him. He hadn’t noticed a stranger getting close until he heard the whine, the call for someone to wait. He came to a stop, lifted his head, and swung it to look over his shoulder. A yearling, with dark fur coloration and amber eyes, was heading right toward him. The younger wolf’s gaze wasn’t on him, however, but seemed to be skyward instead, and before Flo could open his maw to warn the stranger of their collision, well, the younger man crashed into him.

Florian stumbled a little, catching himself relatively quickly. He blinked with surprise but smiled. “Careful now,” His voice wasn’t unkind. Instead, there was a friendly and upbeat tone to it as he turned to face the yearling fully now. Goodness, was it common for youths to be out like this on their own? He had been out and out of a pack before he was a year but he had Ngurulivu, Gargoyle, and Faolan with him. This stranger had one scent on his coat beside his own and it seemed to be fading.

“Are you alright? Who are you trying to find?” Florian asked gently. He hadn’t heard any birds or anything… was it some sort of other type of companion the youth might have had?

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