Far From Home

Sunshine on his eyelids awoke the golden boy. He lay there for a moment with his eyes closed as he collected himself before he sat up. Scipio had had a nice sleep; it was actually one of the most comfortable nights he had ever had in a while. With a small yawn a a groan the brute stretched as he lay in the hay. Suddenly Scipio remembered he spent the night with another wolf. The males eyes shot open revealing those beautiful cobalt eyes of his. He swiftly sat up as he let out a yelp of surprise as he tumbled backwards into the hay. With a groan the wolf sat up once more and blinked his eyes to focus properly. When the blurriness went away he groggily set his gaze on Mercianne.

"Am...am I in heaven? Are you an angel?" he asked wondering if this was all a dream or not.

This was quite unusual; he wasn't really used to having company. But this dame really did look like an angel to him. Suddenly he shook his head as he remembered.

"Oh...sorry, I'm just not that used to having company. I do apologize, at first I really thought you were an angel!" she said with a small chuckle.

Of course sadly Scipio would have to say goodbye to this angel. The male knew he didn't want to leave Merci but didn't want to end up like that other brute he had heard rumors about who had recently died along the way. Sure this was the first friend he had made but he'd heard other wolves as well.

"Good morning...how did you sleep Merci?" he politely asked as he looked up at the sky.

The Sun's rays made his golden pelt seem to glint in the light as it reflected off his fur. The handsome brute then cleaned some hay out of his fur as he tried to busy himself while waiting for a reply.