Wapun Meadow Apricot Wishes

venextos understood the sentiment, but did not see the world in such black and white. he knew what tethered some to the inhospitable landscape: family.

it had been at once his zenith, and his undoing.

he looked to the forest the male becked towards, and then followed his gaze to the ridge-like formation beyond. far and distant peaks. without names or witness, they were as mysterious to venextos as the rest of the valley. "that is fair." he issued civilly, though he did not press further. the packs did not hold his interest out of necessity, but rather, venextos wished to know what or who he and his brother would be up against. if they were to set up small claims at the foothold of a mountain, it did well for them to know their neighbors.

he moved off stiffly, a wave of his tail given as he motioned he was to depart shortly. "slán abhaile." the man uttered quietly, giving birk one last soft gaze before turning back to his travels.