Alpine Lake A Thwack of Thought

@Masquerade

Scout. The wolf’s eyes pinned down to the dirt whilst the new stranger spoke.

When that singular word spewed out of the woman’s maw it eased a wave of relaxation over the amnesiac wolf. The golden, sun-kissed threads of fur that lined his frame went down and the claws that eagerly made themselves apparent moments ago retracted. Innately, there was a functionality built within that instinctually told him that this being before him bore no threat. That there was no reason to pounce when there was no reason to fend to begin with. While she spoke, Cassian’s eyes glazed over her frame time and time again. As if he were painting her figure and essence into his mind, in a corner where it would be etched and never forgotten. A special encampment within the inner banks of his mind for the first wolf he’d conceivably crossed paths with.

They spoke words that did not make comprehensible sense. Bjerns. The way in which it coiled off of their tongue made it almost skirt past Cassian’s attention span. A foreign word, maybe? Somebody else of a higher mind might’ve been able to pick up on such an anomaly, but instead he opted to let it flee. The context clues that surrounded it were far more than enough. They were beasts that hunted. Killed. They took life from others and he wondered why. Why would somebody so easily and eagerly take a life simply for encroaching on territory?

Brown eyes skirted back up to meet marigolds, and in them he found a vessel of experience that could be tapped into. Something, someone, who chose to take an inordinate amount of time to vest some knowledge into him.

”Why would you kill another for crossing over an imaginary line? Going straight for the kill? Taking a life that easily? It seems…”
 
A pause for momentary silence, spanning no more than a few seconds as the chirps of crickets and the cadence of birds trespassed amongst them.

“...cowardly.”