Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

Being called a ‘little dude’ didn’t phase Weetzie, but he wasn’t so sure about being called ‘funny’. He supposed it was probably a compliment since most wolves seem to enjoy laughing, and it didn’t occur to him that her laughter could be at his expense.

He was relieved when she finally calmed down and offered her help. “That would be greatly appreciated,” he said in his flat, emotionless voice. He doubted that their paths would cross again once they parted ways, but he decided not to say so. “I am currently traveling south, and I believe I will go west. I have realized the area where my sister could be is too large for a systematic search, so I am attempting to... ‘follow my heart’. I must confess, I am out of my element.” After a brief pause, he added, “If you do find her, could you do me a favor and not tell her that I looked like a rabbit? She would never let me hear the end of it.” Though if he were to be honest, he missed Witch’s teasing in that moment. With a flick of his tail, he asked one more question. “May I inquire as to your name?”