Silverlight Terrace Everything the Light touches

Instinctively, Arrluk turns his head into the direction which the dark wolf jut his muzzle at, listening as Alaric as he talks of the pack. Maybe one day Arrluk would visit but, honestly, it was unlikely unless he had any particular reason too. 

Then, he spoke of Arrluk's luck. Of his mother. Then he talked about his own mother in the same happy light. I really am... Lucky, that was. Many pups didn't have the luxury or having two active parents in their lives. Both which were so in tune with their roles as mother and father to all their pups. If only Arrluk knew how many fathers had walked out on their pups, how his own father had stepped up when others failed... If he knew his own father's unbringing... Arrluk was very lucky indeed. 

A story teller and healer, hu? He said with a smile and quirked brow. Just like anaa. 

Then, Arrluk settled back, content to let the older wolf carry the conversation. Arrluk's ears remained erect, focused, as green & blue eyes watched him. He spoke of listening to the land, the feeling of the soil between your toes, the rush of the water calling to you and the wind whispering tales of the past. 

Yes. He said it turn, when the other said that he likely already knew. His mother had taught him to be very observant, to listen to the spirits in the wind and earth's calling. I like to listen... He muses allowed. Do you know any stories of the sea?