you've started to bore me

"Speech"

All he could here was the dripping of water as it fell from the skylights and dripped down the cave walls and the quiet clicking of his own claws against the cave floor. Ever since he had come to see Isolde and her young children he had found himself lingering in the south and in the areas near The Range more and more, even though he kept promising himself he was going to get up north eventually to visit Amalia. It felt like so long since he had seen her and she was always guaranteed to be a happy face to see so he was determined to keep true to his promise to see his sister. Buuuuut maybe just not today.

Instead he was working his way through The Whispering Caves, passing through the shafts of light that broke up the otherwise constant darkness. Each time he stepped into the light it lit up his bright russet and white coat, as the light tended to do. He squinted into the darkness but it was hard to see much of anything that wasn't in the light. Of course he thought he smelled another wolf's scent, but there were several in the air, some old, some fresh, and it was hard to distinguish just how new this one was. Unknowingly, he passed through another shaft of light, walking right past the yearling who was lounging just a few feet away, continuing on without a second thought.