If These Old Bones Could Talk...

*Sota* · 08-18-2022, 07:05 AM

This wasn't a place Sota had ever really explored before but he was happy to spend some time doing it now, especially among familiar company. He shook a bit of rain from his head as he drew closer, careful as he walked along the edge of the ridge. He grins even wider at her greeting; Sota has always been a relatively easy wolf to please, fueled by the joy of those around him. When his packmates and friends are happy, so is he. "Well, I'm happy to join you," he admitted, his own tail's pace matching her own as it waved happily behind him.

The sights here were quite unusual indeed. Maybe Fern was right - the thought of leaving a loved one out to the elements to decompose, their bones growing brittle from the sun's rays... it didn't settle well with him. Sota fought a small shudder as he turned to gaze at the exposed fossils. "You're probably right. I'm sure some would come here to study these bones but I don't think I'd feel right doing it myself." He'd always been a curious wolf but he wasn't really a scholar, not like that. Some of the the bones looked obvious what they might be from - nearby he saw a skull that belonged to a small rodent - but further off some sort of long bone that was partially shattered, was far less distinguishable. "Still, this place is quite lovely in its own right." But then again Sota had a habit of finding the beauty in everything, no matter how bleak. That was one of his strengths.

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