Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

Arrille slightly turned his head a bit, still confused. If it wasn't that big, why was he grooming him so much? Though he couldn't complain really, it...comforted him. Like a feeling he hadn't felt for so long. Grooming from a parent, or a friend, or...something like it. He had not felt it for so long.

"Really? A lot of salt?" he asked. "What...what about you? You must be covered too...and the cuts on your muzzle don't look nice." His tone was laced with worry for this wolf.

"Is it...is it just me or...do you seem familiar?" he finally asked. Arrille was sure he knew him from somewhere. His head ached more. Had he bumped it on something?