Whitefish River you only like me when i'm numb

the wind barrelled against them both, aditya perhaps cringing even more versus its power than the young man. still, he carried on, eyes narrowed only toward the wind and not toward the stranger in his midst.

the young man seemed distressed. . .but it could just be the nasty weather.

he chuffed but then turned his head, walking parallel to the other wolf and letting the youth make the next move. if, somehow, the stranger was sporting for a fight, he'd be no match.

best to keep him at tail's length.