Dragoncrest Cliffs To hang your hopes on

Hvitserk wasn’t an antisocial creature, at least not in the traditional sense of the word. He rather enjoyed being around others, just as long as they were wolves that he’d already grown close with. Yet, when it came to strangers, he often couldn’t wait for the encounter to end; it was because of this that he rarely spoke around anyone, as well as because he’d long since decided that his voice wasn’t necessary to get his point across in most situations. His silence often drove others away, which was what he expected to happen with the girl—but she had other plans. Rather than leaving, she said something to him (again) and he did not answer (again).

With no reason for him to stick around—it seemed like all she intended to do was speak, and he wasn’t about to engage in the conversation—the yearling glanced to his left, then his right. Deciding on the latter, he turned away from her and began heading in that direction; he didn’t have anything to do, but even just walking would be more comfortable than being talked at.