Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

Anwyl chuckled a little when Wildfire mentioned that she wasn't much of a fighter either. He was glad to have stuff in common, it made him feel more comfortable. Yeah me too. My brothers were like, ultimate fighter gods. I always felt more like the 'hey let's talk it out' kind of guy. She continued on, telling him about why she left her birth pack. Kind of similar reasons, which made him feel a tiny bit better about his decision to leave. He felt a soft prod at his hips and he turned his head to see what she was pointing out. A small cave in the wall, who knew how far it went back.

The silver male scooted forwards more as she stuck her head in to peek. He did the same, ducking down to get a look. Nothing too interesting though, just water. He pulled back out, repositioning himself so that he was facing his companion. She continued on with her story, and he gave her his undivided attention. He knew how good it felt to be listened to, so he wanted to return her kindness. He was glad to hear that she was still ok with her family. It made him smile as well. He wasn't jealous of her, that would be selfish. Instead he joined in her happy memory.

Well if your mother came to visit you, then that means she must care about you. I'm happy for you.