Alpine Lake dirt

Tveir had never seen himself as a charming wolf, no. He was merely who he was an honest, sometimes too honest, he could remember if he thought hard. The arguments with those he cared for, because of the honesty of his words. 

He gave a soft chuckle at her words and shook his head. I only know what I have seen. Not felt. Perhaps, I know nothing of love, for it was with child's eyes I speak of what I do."

He heard the soft tease in her words and dipped his maw, a gentle smile on his face. He enjoyed her hum.

Tveir's ears perked forward and then back, and he raised his tail and brought it down as he thought of how to answer her. "I cannot answer that, for I don't know. I have always seemed to be searching and never finding. I wanted to come back home to the Sea, trace the land again before I die."