Reality Check

The pregnant silence that spread between them was understandable. Scald would probably feel the same way if he had swam all the way out to an island just to be told that the someone he was searching for was gone. He was feeling slightly awkward though. If the guy didn't want to stay for a fire, then just say it. But then he agreed with an almost defeated appearance that had his brow scrunching slightly. What was up with this guy?

Either way, Scald leads him from the shallows up to where the waves won't touch them. Moving about to grab some firewood and place it in the already conveniently placed ring of rocks from a previous fire, Scald only flicks an ear in the guy's direction. Sorry? "I don' do apologies nor do I accept them," he replies, his tone almost flat, but that hint of humor seeping through tells that he really doesn't mind it. Getting away from the isle and the stuffiness of too many puppies was a relief.

"Needed some time away from the family anyway," Scald comments as he produces a piece of flint from the small satchel tied around his neck. Though his paws are clumsy, he's able to create a spark good enough to light the tinder and dry grass that he's placed atop the wood. Sitting back with a relieving sigh, he looks to the guy with a light tilt of his head. "So why Ajax?" He asks, curious to know why someone cared about the peculiar boy.

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