Dawnlark Plains buried alive by the lies in their soul

thanks sm for that lovely kudos<3;-;

oh how he looms, cloaking the boy in his shadow as prying eyes rake mercilessly across wan features. averting his own sage flickers, reif glares off to the side of the brute, ears sweeped low against his skull. it's just as he's contemplating the odds if he decided to simply dart off, so serpentine and svelte in nature compared to the mountainous hulk of wolf before him surely he'd escape unscathed yet...a frustrated huff halts such injudicious wonderings. reif ran solidly on a diet of pure fact and even when he even half wished they'd lay low and let him delve into such niceties as hope, they delivered as wholly as ever. he was weak, frail in this neglected state whilst this..eyes peer forth now in order to deliver an adjective that went beyond the initial clamours of- brutish ruffian and is utterly nonplussed by what it is he sees. boy. to finish the sentence, this boy on the other hand is a healthy build of powerful muscle, size was not the key factor in terms of speed here.

youthful features carved into the twisted wry of one aged into the maturity his initial form suggested. there had to be less than a year of life separating the two and yet reif felt infantile in comparison despite the lingering attitude now beginning to creep forth to accommodate that assured skywards tilt of his chin. yet brows are quick to furrow at the words to slip forth so smoothly serpentine as they whisked jestingly about the fringes of leaning ears. the clutches of trepidation fade into the background as equally unpleasent befuddlement takes its place and already he can feel frustrated heat rising up throughout his form. "give up what?" it's snapped forth sharply like an arrow flinging its slender yet deadly form free from the taut bow that so resembled his tense frame in that moment. utterly irked, his long feathered tail swishes free restlessly; why did all the wolves around here feel such a need to start conversations with these stupid, nonsensical assumptions. all he knew was that he was tired and muddled and just wished he hadn't left stick tucked away back in the mountains. a helpless look is cast back towards the impending, jagged horizon. in all honesty he'd left it there not only due to the discomfort that accompanied carrying it everywhere but as a sort of anchor. fearing had there been nothing to drag him back that he'd just have drifted on forever, like an astronaut drifting through space; utterly impotent. 

shuffling paws distractedly, reif casts eyes uneasily towards the chest of the...boy, seemingly more subdued as an unpsoken query flickered; dangerous in its wistfulness; 'are the mountains your desintation too?' because yea, walk in the wrong direction as he might; it never succeeded in changing what he knew was keyed in as his end destination.