Silver Creek red sky in morning

There were moments shared between them he suspected no one else was ever blessed enough to see. Mauti was an enigma in every aspect of the word, and Ole delighted in uncovering the few secrets she shared with him. He'd grown accustomed to her quirks (he could only assume the same for her) and those little things that made her who she was, but that didn't mean he appreciated them any less. It was moments like now, where he caught the rare sight of her grinning that made him want to give her the world. She had blossomed from the wolf he'd met in the woods begging to be killed and now stood beside him as an equal, like it or not. The smile was infectious and he quickly found himself mirroring it, pleased to do whatever it was she requested of him in that moment. Putty in her paws was a rather accurate description, but he wouldn't change it for the world. His gaze followed hers as it swept towards the forest beyond.  "Certainly, m'lady," Ole said with a teasing bow. He nudged her cheek with his muzzle and began to amble over yonder, taking in all the strange new sights and sounds. It was incredibly fascinating how similar yet so utterly different every forest could be, but though he did his best not to think of home, he couldn't help but wonder after his parents. Ah, well. He had to grow up sometime, didn't he? And he would be back one day. He just needed to explore a bit before doing so. Right? Right.

@Mauti