Out of reach

It had been a long time since Sverre had been a part of a pack, since he had felt any worth, and since he hadn't felt lonely. Of course, gaining a traveling companion had cured his loneliness before Heiðinn had given him purpose again, but things finally started to feel like they were falling into place. His sixth birthday was around the corner, and he was always reminded of it when the snow came. It wasn't here yet, but he knew it was coming. What he wasn't used to marking with his birthday, however, were tremors. He wasn't exactly new to this land, but he hadn't just arrived yesterday either. He'd never felt the earth shake here before and it concerned him.

Leaving his companions at home to be safe, Sverre set out from his den and ventured towards the circular collection of upright rocks. He thought he overheard someone calling it the Stone Steppe before, but he couldn't be certain nor did he particularly care. He wasn't particularly sure why he was headed in this direction instead of another, but since it was part of the packs territory, he figured it was as good of a place as any to start.

His ears perked when he saw Kiela, however, and he trotted over with a slow wag to his tail. She seemed to be looking at something off in the distance, a fire perhaps, on a mountain. He didn't think anything of it, fires were normal right? Someone was probably just trying to keep warm. "Did you feel the tremors, too?" he asked, though he figured she was out here for some other reason.

"Speech!"

275 + 235 = 510

Art by Siarczek at dA & Code by Skelle 2023