Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

the past is the past.

ridgeback grunts his agreement; a nonverbal 'i know'. he wasn't on the run but he doesn't necessarily wish to wallow over how he doesn't measure up to his numerous siblings. this is his chapter. his story. perhaps, ridgeback says. this time he does not mean to be vague. simply, it is a reflection of the fact that he hasn't spent a lot of time thinking about that aspect. it seems logical: wolves were social creatures after all and while he enjoys answering to himself there is a certain ache of loneliness that will not heal even with the stretch of time. not that, mind, he's of a mood to admit that. i haven't really given any of them much thought.

and then because it only seems fair; what about you?