The Sentinels The impossible is possible tonight

This land wasn't unlike where he'd met Acheron. Charred and destroyed, and altogether uninteresting, in Tuvaq's opinion. The fire would've destroyed all of the life that was intriguing to the blond boy, slicing through the undergrowth and leaving nothing but destruction in its path. Which was cool, at first, but Tuvaq missed the mushrooms and the life beneath the shade of the trees. Or even the sun on the beaches, where it turned Acheron's fur aglow. 

His companion was awake before him this day. Not unheard of, but Tuvaq was not one to sleep in. So when he opened his eyes and saw that Acheron was not there, he was surprised. Getting to his feet, the blond boy stretched, feeling something in his lower back pop in a satisfying way. It was good to limber up before he went out into a destroyed forest to search for his friend. 

It was relatively easy to follow the pawsteps in the ash, and soon Tuvaq came across the stream. The howl came moments later, and the boy smiled, approaching his fisherman companion. 

"You'll have to teach me that sometime," he commented, approaching his friend and tipping his head toward the fish. "It's interesting, and you're really good at it." Acheron was really good at a lot of things, Tuvaq found. He was more appreciative day by day for the other boy, and... well, he was beginning to wonder what he'd do without him.