Honeyed Pasture take off all the thoughts of what we've been

The male seemed to take his muteness in stride— but the second question gave Cortland pause. Would Phocion want others to know of their presence already? Ah... he wasn't here to ask, so, the sunset-furred boy only nodded. It wasn't as if he could give any of their secrets away— did they have secrets? Briefly he wondered if there would be any sacrifices; surely those would count as secrets...
Cortland grew bolder with his sniffing, having noted the pack scent on the other as well. He tilted his head again with an inquisitive stare, as if to return the question. Honestly, his thoughts were beginning to wander— it was so difficult to focus at times. Phocion crossed his mind again, though that was hardly a surprise to anyone. He sighed softly thinking about him, suddenly not at all seeing the red wolf. His presence was forgotten entirely for a few beats as Cortland considered his the priest.