Ocean's Breath Plateau Sweet Moon

The world gave questions and wolves did their best to give some semblance of answer, and yet Massaraq could not help but feel it only flowed that one way. That when wolves asked questions the answers only gave rise to more. Perhaps he demanded too much, wanted too much. And yet left with the yawning void what else could he do? "Maybe." His voice was a whisper too.

Leaning shoulder to shoulder he let out a sigh, muscle sitting heavy atop bones and bones sitting creaky upon bone. "Thank you." He looked once more at the night. Holding on to the absence was not the same as holding onto the presence of another living body, and yet he was not quite ready to let go.