Silver Creek quiet night

“Ah.” He sounds in acknowledgement as she replies to her being full wolf and he does a smooth smile of his own when she thanks him for the compliment. He stands, doing a lazy spin and smirks, showing his rather large canines. “I appreciate it.” He says, obnoxiously displaying his coat. “My mother used to say that I was a dog in wolf’s clothing.” He laughs at the memory. 

Then he nods as he listens to her explain that there are many wolves in the area and he shrugs to her next comment. “I’m alone physically; mentally I carry the thoughts of my pack.” He says with the voice of a rather wise old man, very different from his usual bouncy personality.

Dakota perks up and furrows his brows. “I am looking for a certain paradise though. A place I can lead my pack where they’d be safe.” His gaze becomes intense gazing out into the forest just beyond Miriam’s shoulder. “Somewhere they will always have their bellies full, a paradise where everything’s perfect.”

“I know it exists somewhere. Just gotta find it you know?” He sighs finally, tension leaving his shoulders. “Think you might know where it’d be? I’ve been looking for a damn long time.” He laughs. Not even realizing that to most the idea of Paradise doesn’t even exist.