Wylan blinked, looking at Ollie in shock and surprise when the - usually rather touch opposed - wolf reached over and booped his nose gently against Wylans. But that surprise morphed shortly into a smile of gratitude. Knowing that touch had been wholly for Wylan.
“I get that, I do. I just worry how long it’ll take, and where their adventure will take them” He said with a sigh, worry and longing mixing in his tone. A part of him wished that he could have gone with them. But his heart was split, he would hate to leave his dad and the rest of his siblings too. The pack, the treehouse they recently started to call their own. This was home. He just wished all of his home was here.
"Speech"
As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning