Firefly Ravine when i was alone, you promised the stone from your heart

he started slightly at the sound of pawsteps, but a glance in that direction quickly determined there was no threat. the scent of the willows was on the man's pelt, though he couldn't make out any familiar features in the darkness. cam gave him a brief nod in response to the chuff, remaining quiet but not unwelcoming for a moment as he gathered his scattered thoughts.

what is your pack like? he finally asked, curiosity getting the best of him (as usual). no greeting, no pleasantries, just an inquiry. cam wondered whether the wolves that now inherited his birthplace were like elysium—warm, gentle, magnanimous.

it was both a blessing and a curse, the latter of which he'd discovered when trespassing on the mountain. he hoped for their sake that they took a little more care in teaching their pups that not all souls were kind.