Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

The rumbling sound of the white wolf's hearty laugh was felt in the ground and vibrated in Malik's bones, causing him to fight back a grin, something about that laugh was incredibly familiar... Faint memories of a fatherly figure standing tall at Malik's side flitted through his mind.

"Hmm..." Malik hummed, less an acknowledgement of what Cross was saying and more of a sound of fondness towards the subtle recollection. Despite this, he was able to take in what the other male was talking about and snapped out of his reverie. "Huh, not gonna lie, that sounds right up my alley. I'll have you know that I'm a great hunter."

It was just boasting, he was acceptable at best, but it was in his nature to gloat about his non-existent prowess.