Iktome Plains the road of trials

anticipation coursed through the volgra, but it was heightened by the fact that he had zero expectations for the name that would follow. he did not know the culture that this other male had been born into. he did not know the customs of the common lands. he knew only the beliefs of his own home – his own people – and was intelligent enough to realize that things were vastly different in the world that anu had led him to. some would have been afraid of such a catastrophic transition of lifestyle. anti was dutiful to his caste. he was a guardian to his friend, and he had not found a single task so intimidating that it would deter him from his destiny. that did not mean that he couldn’t enjoy the customs of those he met along the way. if they had the patience for his lack of words, they were worth his time.
 
after a few moments of deep thought, the agouti man seemed to have found a stroke of genius. he accurately built up the delivery. anti peered at him with wide, foggy eyes. his tail did not cease the generous wagging movement as he waited. a toothy grin was flashed at anti, causing the guardian to feel a flush of heat in his cheeks. immediately after, the other man had offered him a name: zeke. it was like nothing he had heard before. his thin body quivered excitedly before he lowered his head in a deep bow. when his eyes met the other man’s again, they were filled with gratitude.