Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

The suggestion rolled of him with little weight, the wolf offering barely seemed to care if he came or not. The air around them barely seemed to mesh with Angler's in the dead air they sat in, their paths would not cross, they had only skid past each other on journeys to new destinations. Angler looked back down away and too his own paws.

"Im well aware of my comforts, I know your pack would be too stiff for me." he spoke with a slight bite, frustration building after traveling alone so long. Why did every wolf in this land seem to have an offer he just couldn't except? Hopefully their would be wolves vying for him to fill a spot in their packs when he got to the green pastures he searched for.

With that, Angler set off again. His head lay low and he came forward to the other wolf. He couldn't care enough to notice them.