Silvertip Mountain Guide me great wisdom

The owl gave a chirrup of laughter when FitzDutiful attempted to say he didn't want food, only for his stomach to answer first. It was clear the wolf needed a rest, and when he mentioned having a cache in his packlands Comet nodded.

The wolf left with little hesitation, clearly eager to be off and looking for his mate once more. Comet watched him go sadly, until the tail-tip disappeared around a bend in the path. The small bird took flight, catching air rivulets beneath his feathers until he was so high he could only catch sight of the wolf below as a speck.

Wheeling around he let out sharp caw of good luck, then sped for home at his usual ungainly pace, where his Gwyniver would be thankfully waiting.