Wapun Meadow Rising high to touch the sky

He only shrugged at her question, not verbally answering because he didn't truly want his pessimistic mood to stunt her joyous behavior. He actually rather liked watching other wolves enjoy themselves, often wondering what it felt like but too inhibited to attempt to feel it for himself. He worried unnecessarily about being an outcast again, because if he had still been a lone wolf he might've said something scathing to the kind-faced Blue Willow if only to see her smile crack.

He sat then, lowering his head so that it was more on her level and he wasn't gazing down at her like a marred gargoyle. His eyes had shifted to the left, looking for company, but she seemed to be as alone as he was. "Why aren't you enjoying spring's-coming with your packmates?" he asked after a beat, returning his gaze to her face.