The road that was once so lonely

So he needed some time to think? Bronze did not blame him. A gentle smile touched the corners of his lips, a kind expression despite the weathered expression that held it in place. The man before him was young still and certainly able-bodied -- he did not necessarily have to depend on the protection of a pack, especially if he was already adept at survival as a loner. It was certainly not a decision he had to rush. "There is no need to rush this decision, Aoto," he told him gently. "Ludicael is not going anywhere, and I am certain they will accept you with open paws if you do decide to join." The wolves of Ludicael were some of the kindest he had yet to meet, and he had no reason to believe they would turn away anyone with good intentions, even if they were growing too large for the lands to support them.


"Perhaps you ought to spend some time thinking about it before making up your mind," he suggested lightly. There truly was no rush, and he didn't like seeing Aoto seem conflicted about his decision. "I am happy to put in a good word for you, if you do decide to join in the future." He was a pleasant man, albeit a bit flighty, but what wolf didn't have a few bad qualities? He supposed he had probably been similar at Aoto's age.


Despite his indecision, he seemed eager to talk still. Bronze felt himself relaxing, calmed from Aoto's easy company and the gentle light of the moon from overhead. It had been some time since he had simply talked to anyone outside of his family, and he wondered what exactly the brute before him would care to hear about. "Tell me a bit about your life, Aoto," he suggested gently. "And I can share some about mine."