Moonspear About A Boy

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When she left was abstract in her choice of words, the eagerness inside him grew like a newborn baby. The young, raven-painted male had never considered the possibility of turning into an advisor until now, a passion was born and a new goal was created. Maybe the fact that she remained so vague only fueled his want, no need for more. Ame had not said yes but had not smacked a no into his face either; it was still left into the open.

He stored the name of her co-Alpha inside his mind and put it into a drawer far behind as he figured that they would meet face-to-face soon. As head honco, new meat rarely passed by without at least checking it out once. He was the rookie, the greenbie or new meat. The duo of black-painted wolves entered deeper and deeper into Moonspear territory, the mountain was jagged, savage and felt strangely comforting as well. He immediately felt at home, it was as if it was meant to be. He absorbed her words smoothly and his ears swayed back and forth when she mentioned the past.

It wasn't until she spoke of bears that his eyebrows were raised and curious and surprised all in once he remained stuck at the words 'bears'. He had an encounter or two; but nothing that it disturbed an entire pack. ”What's up with the bears?” Mees inquired, eager to know and learn more. ”I suspect they aren't cute, cuddly and fuzzy around these parts then?”