Firefly Glen Eòlach

Six months! That was almost an entire lifetime. So much could happen to a wolf in that span of time, and Willow was suddenly enamored with the idea; he wondered to himself what exactly his brother had gotten up to, but before he could ask the conversation redirected back to him, and there came a wave on uncertainty.
That was pretty common for flighty, weepy Willow; at least when he was younger.
Uh, sort of. He gave a cursory look around at the dense green walls of the forest, and briefly let his eyes linger upon the bird that was perched overhead; when the bird sensed the wolves below had garnered interest in it, it took flight swiftly.
Willow's tail-tip flicked idly. I've been roaming a lot. If you head north you'll reach the ocean! Its huge.
Almost as soon as Willow mentioned this, he felt spotlit, and stupid. Kinloch had probably been to the beach before! Six months. That was a lot of time to fill with adventures. I could use some company, if you're... not busy. He couldn't hold back on the hopeful glimmer in his eye, or the subtle wag of his tail.