Rise and rise again.

he watched the wolf who groomed himself so meticulously now -- batting at an ear, and sliding down to lay upon the dampened ground. At any other moment he might have considered if he should be doing the same thing (did Bazi not think him groomed enough..?) but there was a far more pressing matter at hand here.. and it was how absolutely familiar the male was.

Somehow, his nostalgia took form before him, and when the pale champagne eyes of a wolf he had once called brethren through pack met his own, he shed all questions to whether it was indeed his old companion or not.

The other recognized him, standing swiftly and offering a greeting that stirred a smile of his own - such a rare thing for the beast. "That way," he nodded his muzzle in the direction of Swiftcurrent Creek, wondering if Viinturuth had actually expected a true answer. "What of you? Have you heard any word from Chakra?" There was a strange inkling that tugged at him as her name rolled off his tongue -- he had crushed on her what seemed so long ago, and what he had with Bazi was intensely real in comparison. Her name was almost like taboo, now.