Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

Amusement etched itself upon his features as she all but crashed in to him – the flurry of excitement was shared as the two reunited. The dragoness had returned to his side – but had she found what she sought? The question burned at him, but he would not break the moment and question her. Instead, the ebony wolf continued to nose at his companion, preening her fur and encouraging her closeness. Only after a few moments did he then begin to pull away, coaxing her toward the edges of the forest and what he hoped she would consider her future home – the wolves he had met thus far had been a ragtag group, but he found a certain sense of comfort in that. He was, after all, hoping to build a pack that took the merit of all skills a wolf could offer.
 
His eyes followed her movement, admiring the rays of sun as they glinted off her fur – his own cinnamons highlighting in his swarthy pelt. Something about her allowed him to breathe easier – to acknowledge that terrible things had happened in the past, but he indeed had a future. One that did not necessarily include heartache.