Silver Moraine The Death of Every Darkness

Not the best of posts but <33

Mawk didn't often wander like he once did. Traipsing the land freely, with nothing to tie him down was something he greatly missed, but he could not bear to leave behind the life he now lived, no matter how many hardships he may face. There were many wolves he wished would come back to him, though. The summer heat licked at his face, and the man grumbled to himself as he strolled across the land in search of nothing in particular. It was noon now, and the sun beat down brutally - hopefully it would grow cooler in the evening.

His eyes landed on a figure not too far off in the distance, and the cream scout exhaled softly through his nose before padding closer to shorten the distance between them. Perhaps a conversation could help him relax.