Oystercatcher Tide Pools An empty mirror only shows what's left inside

He didn't have a quest. He didn't have a direction. He had no ties here. He had no family nearby. Artax simply traveled, stopping when he found somebody who was willing to have a chat with him. Not everybody was, of course, but that was just the way things were. It had been over five years since he had last walked into the Teekon Wilds, and much had happened in that time, but he was unlikely to speak of it now.

Jorma was not alone on the coast today, and he approached the other wolf with little caution. He trotted toward her, head level with her own. Not submitting, but not asking for submission either. They were on equal terms out here.