Blackfoot Forest trust takes years to build

He grinned at the yearling, brushing his shoulder to his in a friendly manner as they walked. It wasn't long before a wolf came. A wolf with the fur of midnight and brilliant blue eyes that held a certain kind of burden in them, as if he had lived for a long time and endured a lot and now it hung by his shoulders like a heavy burden that would never leave him. Farkas knew how that felt and he knew no matter how hard you try to forget them, try to get the burden off your shoulders, you couldn't because it was you. It shaped you and you couldn't change the past, ever.

The wolf smelled of Swiftcurrent Creek and a surge of satisfaction and victory went through the dark warrior. "Hello," he spoke pleasantly with a small dip of his head in respect for now they were to pretend to be loners. "Nice to meet you, I say, you smell of a pack." he said in a curious tone. He was a good actor when he wanted to be one, he just hoped the tawny yearling would follow the flow.