Go the Distance

Wylan snickered in response to Seneca’s joke, and found his eyes settling on their shoulder. What he had taken as a thicker patch of fur was actually a companion, and clearly a hungry one at that. With a grin, Wylan picked up another strip of meat, and waved it in front of his friend’s companion to see if they would eat from his paw.

“I should probably return these” he admitted a little sheepishly. He wasn’t sure if it was allowed or not, and didn’t want to find out the hard way he was breaking any rules. “Maybe, she is a good teacher. She holds lessons for stuff in the Armada sometimes, but we never have to pay her. I don’t know what she would charge” He admitted thoughtfully. He’d learned a little more about herbs from the older wolf, but had never sat in any lessons on map making. He wasn’t sure he’d have the patience for it.


"Wylan Fatalis"