Morningside Cuesta On The Edge

A mountainous cloud slowly eclipsed the spring sun, causing the day to darken slightly for several minutes. It was a bit of a relief, for Adrastos was beginnning to get a bit warm, even though he had shed out most of his winter coat. His torn ears laid back in sympathy at Grayday's short statement. How very frustrating it must be, to seek a cure and find none.

"I wouldn't mind it either." He remarked at the male's invitation to stay with them. It would do him good to meet some other wolves. "I can hunt and fight, for that matter, if your cubs ever needed protection." Then he chuckled, a deep rumble sounding like heavy stones moving against each other, at Grayday's humorous statement, tail wagging as well.