Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

He followed her towards the swath of trees that hadn't yet fallen from the winds, and he considered them a moment before he joined her beneath them. Turmeric settled in next to her, and while he knew they would be warmest if they shared each other's heat, he left a small space between them but sat close enough that the wind would still have a hard time pressing through.

There was something endearing to how she tried his name, and he smiled when she finally mastered the effort. Don't worry, when I was a kid I could hardly say it myself sometimes, he said with a laugh, you can call me Merry if you'd like, it's a lot easier.

Inkeri, he repeated, and considered her again with a thoughtful look, it suits you, he said, his eyes softly aglow. He shook himself. Well, I have a question for you, Inkeri, he gestured towards the copse and the fallen trees upon the moor, have you ever thought about how much wolves are like trees?