space oddity - 2015 remastered

The boy's wing reaches out to bump him on the shoulder. At first, Wilder wants to freeze. The wild, feral inside of him rearing its ugly head at the unexpected touch of someone else. But the logic, the intelligence, inside of his brain puts down a heavy paw to stop him. His smile is hesitant though, a nod in greeting to the boy as they begin to stroll along the sandy shore. Focusing on his paws moving him forward instead of the twisted emotions inside of him, he lets his gaze wander.

A cloudy sky hides the sun, making it near impossible for him to tell what time of day it is. At least here, in pack lands, that didn't matter so much anymore. As long as he was back in his den by sunset, he had nothing to worry about. So he keeps pace with Wylan, their legs a similar length making it easy to not hold back his stride.

Wilder's expression does scrunch slightly, confusion lighting his eyes as they draw closer to the swords left out. It was something he had never seen before. Now, he understood that pack wolves were well-trained fighters, but he had no idea that they fought like that... with weapons. Were their claws and teeth not good enough? "No, I ain't," Wilder replies, gaze drawing up toward the north where a trail led to where Wylan had mentioned. At least navigating through the pack lands was easy. There were trails that led to everywhere anyone ever needed to go.