i'll put a flower in your hair

The island had not been the home he had hoped… but then he wasn’t sure he really knew the meaning of that word anymore. No one had come looking for him and as the weeks bled into months he grew convinced that he had truly be forgotten. Much as he had planned and assumed, it was almost liberating. He began to willingly venture to shore more often, reveling in the knowledge he had no need to slink around and have someone worry about his commitment to being alone.

Today he had made quite the trek, not worrying even a little bit that he may not make it back to the island before dark. He would rest out wherever he felt once he grew tired and consider heading back after he slept, but even then he wasn’t going to commit to returning. Still as he walked the slope in the thicket he had not expected to find himself among company. Her pelt drew his attention first, and Soren stopped, gaping for a moment. Catching himself the monochromatic boy shifted from paw to paw, suddenly uncomfortable. He may have felt happier than he could remember in a while but the sudden presence of another wolf put a damper on his plans.  

He cleared his throat, hoping to catch her attention. Still he fought not to stare, Soren was not one to fall suddenly but even he could not deny the beauty in her coat. He’d have to be blind not to see it, still she was a stranger and he admitted that his own fluttering feelings were purely superficial, a reaction to the image of the wolf in front of him… not of any actual feelings.