Blacktail Deer Plateau As the shadows fall

She inquired as to what brought him out this late, and he shrugged, "I like the night." He grinned. He was a pretty simple guy. "Less noise, less going on. It's peaceful. I can think at night." He suspected that she could relate. Blue Willow was probably the busiest wolf in the pack. Between caring for Osprey, helping Perry with the puppies, handling the duties expected of her as Beta, and hunting and guarding their territory, she had her hands pretty full all the time. It was probably nice to get out after dark and just enjoy the peace and quiet.

She settled into storytelling mode a moment later, and he listened with interest. He remembered some of these mythologies from when he was a pup, but his memory was foggy and vague. He'd been young and had had a short attention span back then. It was far better hearing the stories from the lips of a beautiful girl than from his dad, though. He smiled at that thought.

When she finished, he wagged his tail behind him and commented, "I like that. My dad used to tell me stories like this when I was little, but you tell it better." That wasn't entirely true. Aether had been very thorough and detailed in his recounting of the tales, and had built them up so they were exciting and riveting. But Willow didn't need to know that. He'd only wanted to pay her a compliment, after all.