Emberwood of mice

A strange reaction seemed to befall the male at the mention of Blue Willow. Kierkegaard would have thought more of it if Peregrine was someone of particular interest, but he had only just met the shadowy male, and so he had no ties to the stranger. It seemed that the expression on Peregrine’s face seemed to fade as quickly as it had arrived, and before long he was making quips about being a tree. The ashen loner narrowed his brows at the dark wolf and frowned slightly at the remark, not entirely sure he understood the reference. It seemed as though it was time for the Alpha to take his leave. Kierkegaard nodded his head slowly to the male in farewell. “You as well,” he returned in response to the sooty wolf’s ‘take care,’ before he watched the fellow fade away into the woods. Turning, the ashen brute set off at a trot, seeking to abandon the woods and whoever else had decided to make a temporary home of them. He had not disliked the dark wolf who had approached him, but he was not willing to remain there and find any others hiding in the thickets and the underbrush. Catching sight of a rocky peak in the distance, Kierke made his way in that direction.