Moral to the Story

The silence felt a bit like a balm to his mind, he didn't mind it at all after everything that had happened today. Soothing and keeping himself even and stable despite the chaos. It worked on his nerves too if he was honest, the smell of arnica, the sound of the falls, and the rocks under the pelt all worked to ground him at this moment. Leaning closer, he let his shoulder touch the smokey side of the smaller wolf so he could better see what she was working on writing on the opposite page. Glancing up when that sole sky blue eye moved to look at him, before turning his purple gaze back to the page curiously to read the words there. Surprise surged through him as he furrowed his brows, unable to help himself, and he voiced the next words that came to his head.

"You dont remember me? We used to have lessons together before…" The lump that worked its way up into his throat had him stopping though, unable to bring up what had happened that awful day. Instead, he worked his jaws back and forth a bit as he smoothed one of his paws over the fur pelt underneath him, toes curling to hook in the skin, almost as if getting payback for a second before continuing.

"Before everything happened. It would be strange if I didn't know your name." The work it took to keep his voice even was a struggle. Did she not remember him, what else was missing from her mind if that was the case? Did she remember any of them? Maybe it was just him, maybe she just didn't remember him. He could live with that if it was the case, he was always the forgettable one, after all. A wallflower and that was fine, he was used to being overlooked just a bit. But what about the others…He didn't have the heart to ask.

So instead he just sat with his shoulder touching her side, working nails through the pelt underneath him in contempt to soothe his anxieties away as he stared towards the falls. Finding his voice again he figured it was his turn to ask a question since she asked one of him. "How did you come into Ultyr’s ’care’? I heard the order in his voice, is he keeping you as a slave?" He phrased it as carefully as he could, not wanting to cause any offense if there were feelings or if it was a different situation. Not when scent and sight both told him that it was likely Lailah was carrying a litter.