Sawtooth Spire Bridges

Aariak was quick to offer succor. Kapvik considered his inquiry with a grimace, igneous orbs bashfully averted. This he did not do out of respect. Nothing so elementary as that. Simply, he felt assailable enough having wronged his pack mate. On top of that, he did not need his eyes to reveal the pain that swirled finitely within him. The Gamma found comfort in keeping some things – be it motive, desire, or emotion – secret. It made it easier to recover from negative stimuli; to move on from those instances. Now, if only he could use that in the real world. Baby steps.
INDENT“Yeah,” came his acquiescence. “We can...mark along the way. Better.” So much for social eloquence. “And chat. Maybe.” He was trying. That should count for something. And if on their jaunt they find an area or flora of interest, the trek will not have been in vain. Turning downstream, the Gamma began to move. They would follow the rapid along to the fringe of their territory bordering Sleepy Fox Hollow. During that time, poor Aariak would suffer Kapvik's interpersonal fumblings.