Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

He left home to become greater. It was such a foreign idea to her. Most young wolves she knew vacated to find a future elsewhere, obtain breeding rights and start their own families. She frisked a step ahead so she could look at him as they strolled.

“Then are you to return enlightened? After what- defeating a bear or something?” It was a tease, but also a question, too. How did one become great?

“You shared your kill with me today when you did not have to, I think that is great,” she shrugged. “I’m not sure how greatness can be pursued, maybe it just ensues, by doing great things.” In which case Kinloch already seemed great. She wondered what he felt he had to prove and gave a toss of her head.

“My home was very cold. The mountain, and the people,” she laughs. “Prey was scarce the year my litter dispersed. The north does not make living easy. Not like here, in the valley, where everything is peaceful.”