Haunted Wood Brighter And Brighter

The white wolf snorted at the older male's joke — it was so bad it was almost good.

"Is the dark not peaceful?" He asked softly of Lucy. There was genuine wonder in the warmth of his gold eyes. He knew how the darkness could upset the souls of some and he did not mock her comment. Rather, Skwol knew that it was all perspective. He himself thought the shadows of timber was peaceful, and nighttime too, even though he was a wolf that was drawn to the sun. Much of that perspective was learned. He had been taught to see the worth and the good in all of nature and he sought, in his own way and starting with this question, to guide her to the same level of comfort that he had. To help her be at ease wherever her paws took her... and perhaps their stuttering companion too.