Old friends

He wondered if Asla might be here. He hasn't seen his old friend in years, so he had no idea what could have been of her life all this time, and he wondered why she was here and not back in the Armada. Yeah, he hasn't seen her since he left to join Resin in the Hallows. So much to catch up on, so much to tell and share. Yet he wasn't the type of wolf to ask others about their lives when he normally waited for them to do so first. He was a nice guy, but not a bold one.

For once, though, he went on his way; he didn't want to bother his friend; should she actually be living here? But as he went to turn on to have his leave, a voice stopped him right in his tracks.

His heart almost skipped a beat as he turned his head back to where he had to assume the packlands were. And there he saw her, the golden friend of his. Who didn't waste time and went into embracing him. Years passed since the last time he had ever gotten this close to another wolf, and that made him socially awkward, but he slowly returned the hug as he attempted to place his head over hers, wanting to hold her close.

He didn't smile, for he wasn't a very expressive wolf, but he showed his appreciation in other forms. "Long time not see indeed." He said it calmly but with a tinny hint of playfulness. "How have you been?" He really wasn't expecting to find her here, of all places.

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