Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

When the wolf smiled at Weetzie’s rather sad attempt at a joke, Weetzie returned an equally awkward smile of his own. He wasn’t sure if the wolf was amused or just being polite, but he suspected it was the latter. Still, he remained friendly, and that alone gave Weetzie some satisfaction as he had never been good at making friends. Until recently, his only friends were his sister’s friends. He didn’t have any complaints about any of Witch’s friends, but he wanted to make friends on his own, even if it was only to make his sister happy.

“I am Weetzie, and I am pleased to meet you.” It was genuine even if his voice didn’t show it. “And your name?” He looked at the path in the same direction the other was looked. As far as finding a shelter suitable for both of them, he hoped the other wolf, who was clearly older than he, would take the lead, as he was doing well to socialize at all.