All good things..

Ume all but floats into the meeting, eyes locked on a point in the distance. he scarcely notices the wolves around him - doesn’t consciously recognise faces or scents beyond father, father, brother, sister - and ends up bumping directly into Mojito, brows scrunching in confusion as pain flares across his snout. huh. ouch. it’s enough to drag him back into the moment, though, and Ume settles back on his haunches and let’s his gaze rest on the man of the forefront of the gathering. “i found a dead frog the other day,” they announce apropos of nothing. not really speaking to anyone, just saying the words because they feel right. “it had exploded. it’s guts were everywhere and it’s eyes were sunken. i took one.” he leans in to Chuhai, mouth against the boy’s ear. “wanna see it?”