Tuktu Hinterlands Travel Weary

Raynar, chuckling lightly, flinched forward with each pat from Zaavier. His cousin was no pup despite his memories. They were grown and will have experiences that will make up for the lost time. The bush daisy eyes of the male wanted so badly to see Zaavier's snout move but not hear him speak of death. "No. If she was dead, you would be too. You were with her and should have stayed by her. She can't be dead" Everything he held in judgement was placed on Zaavier as he slowly took his words for the truth. Deeply shocked, his nose failed him of the whiff that any unrelated wolf would pick up in an instant.