Cedar Sweep Ghost Train

His replies intrigued her a bit, her eyes refused to gloss over and he ears fought against the will to fall behind. He was a pack wolf? Gracious wouldn’t know by his scent, she really couldn’t tell the difference anymore sometimes. Loners and packwolves for the moment smelt the same to her- foreign.

His question brough her out of focus, just for a little, and she began to think to herself quietly. Was she, in fact, on some sort of an adventure? Or was she just letting the wanderlust take over her body? She pondered the question, though parted her black lips to speak. “I wouldn’t call it an adventure, perhaps just, a wander, a very long wander over lands.” Her reply seemed more fitting than an adventure. She had no real goal besides just finding a place to live for now.

He seemed sharp and blunt, straightforward. Such qualities were nice to have, compared to someone like Gracious who often extended her sentences. She didn’t know if she could link his way of talking to age, but perhaps later, if she knew him better, she would be able to make such a connection. “I have no real goal in mind, all I know is that moving forward is my only choice. I’ve come from far lands from the North, out of these Wilde’s.”