The dance of the death

Eyes narrowed slightly, then returned to their naturally neutral expression. "Ah," Sister, of course. Perhaps his years without interacting had blurred his memory of those who he lived with when he was very young. Yet he said nothing, keeping his reason to himself. "It is good to see you," or so he guessed. He was not a very expressive wolf.

At first he didn't follow her gesture, unsure if he should stick with family or stay on his lonely wanderer road. Sighing he approached hesitatingly stepping over the pack's border. He chucked calling for his companion who flew towards them before perching on his back. Ashen fell? Unfortunately, though he hasn't been there for too long. "I see," Was all he felt like saying."I had been fine, just the regular duties," Duties not many saw with good eyes. "And you?"


"Speech."