Broken Antler Fen Sing Me A Song Make It A Singalong

Massaraq startled, passing through the trees and his head whirled to the source, paws stuttering in step, shoulders and sides still sore but not so much to stifle the lurch of his movements. It took him a moment to register the question and another blink to respond. "Oh. Sorry you startled me. Yes. Yes I'm alright." Although he must appear at least somewhat lost to elicit the question. The moment he had put nuutuittuq back in his sights and yet he was still no closer to home - he could go back and sit beside his anaa's ulaaq but his journey would not be over.

He was started by the concern of the question, asking after him before even knowing his name for he was fairly sure he had not met this wolf before. "Just feeling a bit homesick, and sore." He smiled, a self-deprecating twist of his lips showed his good humor a lightness. Easier by far to focus on that than the ache in his chest and most likely pointless musings. He wondered what brought this wolf to the stillness of the place. There was life and prey abound and yet a serenity to it too. Perhaps that was why he had not noticed her, a sense of security from the quiet - as if the living did not linger long.

A second look and he saw that she was missing a limb. When he had met Phox he had not asked what it had been like, how the older wolf got along without it. Two wolves in just a few months missing hind legs, he wondered if it was a more common injury than he thought. "Massaraq." He offered, a tip of his head as he recovered his manners. All the things in his head and yet his heart knew they were not near leaving his chest feeling hollow. He hoped the stranger could not sense it.