Eat, relax

Wylan perked up as a voice distracted him, clearly directed his way. He raised his head, and grinned at the tiny, much younger pup. Wow! There really were a lot of wolves here, and he was far from being the youngest. His tail picked up a little behind him and his expression was warm and inviting. “Glacier? No, he’s not a pet, he’s a friend” he explained with a giggle. He watched Glacier as the polar bear flopped on his back in front of them, begging for food.

“I found him when he was just a few weeks old, and my mum helped me nurse him back to health.” He explained, managing to talk about his mother without an outwards wince. It was true, he’d been keeping a subtle eye out for her the entire time he was here. Some small, whisper of a hope.


"Wylan Fatalis"