Hushed Willows Drifter

Thanks for taking this thread - I really enjoyed it even though Taikon is a dick xD

Taikon felt... strange. The boy locked eyes with him. They exchanged an intense glance as the boy's hackles rose and the bird voiced its complaints. The white wolf had no foundation to understand an animal riding on the back of a faerie. This was a foreign, uncomfortable concept. Though he knew that the eye contact and tail flicks were a form of chastising from Caw, he did not waver. However, he did break the eye contact quickly out of respect for the Court.
The red gaze of the boy felt harsh upon his face, even after Taikon looked away. The prince was here to pass along information to a pack he respected, though it was directed to those he did not.
The words Caw spoke felt dim on a cloudy outlook. Taikon didn't know what to do with himself. He had left the Whitebarks to what they would be without him. He had come directly here to the Court to tell his kindred wolves of the change, but the prince would have no purpose after.
Taikon knew that the boy had meant well, despite their differences. Thank you, for passing the message and for your kind words, he dipped his head. He couldn't bring himself to smile nor wag his tail. His posture instead sat low and cold, as though he had been trotting through rain for days on end (in fact he had). Be well, was all he managed as a farewell.
The cream-coated wolf turned around and moved on. To others it might have been foreseen as better pastures. To Taikon, it was a return to the same flat-lined thing he called life.