The Heartwood Take away everything I am

"Huh, It's almost as if I can relate to you in some way..." Āzon rhetorically responded to the comment with a dry chuckle, refering to his own thick, snowy coat. She had a point though — compared to wolves who held more darker undertones in their pelts, the only luck polar wolves had camouflaging was during winter months. 

Said polar wolf was now fully emerged from the trees and resembled many aspects of Āzon; from his color and right down to his large stature. But those eyes, those firey eyes of sulfur....if it weren't for the feminine voice that came out of them, she could've easily have been mistaken for Judal — a thought that nearly made his heart race in shock upon seeing her. But alas, this was obviously not his brother that he was looking at, just another case of Āzoniol's refusal to keep moving forward from an unchangeable past.

In an attempt to shake off those thoughts, a tired sigh left his lungs as he turned to fully face them, observing the she-wolf from a safe distance and quickly changing the subject. "I can assume yer not just here for a leisurely stroll through the forest, aren't ya?"