Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

His refusal was met with another word in her language, and Tiarnan made sure to squirrel that away for future use. It still bothered him that there was such a disconnect between himself and the native wolves in this area, but he would adapt. There was nothing else he could do.

Next, as Bazi moved towards the coast, her brisk turn and short steps made him stand and follow, at least for a meagre distance of his own. She said something else with a questioning tone - nodding as she spoke, so that he could understand yet another morsel of a word - and he rumbled a pleased note; transformed in to a more bestial thing when lacking language. "Yes," he enunciated sharply, drawing out the tail of the word in to a short whistle.

Without further prompting the boy chased after her, coming to a halt when one of his chocolate shoulders pressed against her nearest hip. The contact was thrilling on a very deep, very mature level that Tiarnan was not entirely aware of. With a few more steps he was exiting the forest in the direction of the beach, and lifted his head to catch the taste of salt which blew in gusts from the endless deep. He was pointed west, which happened to be the opposite direction that Bazi wished to go.