Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

Ashlar knew that Arric was right. He already felt better, even though very little had changed. He wished that the other man could come with, stay at the Rise and join him, but he could tell there were other wolves he lived with. Ashlar was too shy to ask about them further, even with the closeness he felt now.

Arric’s final statement caused Ashlar to heat beneath his fur, but his smile also grew considerably. I’d really like that. I want to, even if I can’t learn. He’d remember those names though.

He wanted to reach out again but didn’t have the nerve. Ashlar looked down, still smiling, and tried to find the courage. He couldn’t. I should go. But I’ll come, soon. He could promise this and hope it was a good thing. It was certainly a trip he’d look forward to.