Into the fog

Even as they spoke, the fog seemed to thicken. Taking away any trace of the landscape around them. Disappointing, actually. He wanted to explore, but it would be so easy to get lost in all this - and he wouldn’t get to see the sights anyway! But he didn’t want Odette’s first time out of the border to be disappointing, so he bottle down his thoughts, looking at the smaller wolf.

Citadel wasn’t fooled by her answer, he could see her nerves. He remembered the first time he had slipped the pack's borders. It had been an accident, he’d been swimming and the current had pushed him just a little too far. Out of the scent markings, and enough to get him all turned around. In the moment he had feared his fathers wrath. That fear had shrunk over time, realising that there was a hint of quiet pride mixed in with his fathers scouldings and punishments. But even if they hadn’t, the thrill and excitement, the adventure was worth the extra duties he got dumped with. He wouldn’t give up his adventuring for anything. But it was admittedly really nice to get to go out and do them with someone else. With family.

He nudged one of her winged sides lightly with an elbow and grinned. He knew what calmed his nerves, and surely it had to be the same for his cousin, right? Nothing like the challenge of competition to set him at ease. “I bet this fog would make a whacky play to spar. Did you want to spar, Odette?”


WC: 270
total: 759

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