Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

The gruffness of the man did not last long. He trudged forward and Stormchaser followed a small pace behind him, eyeing their surroundings with feigned curiosity. There wasn’t much to admire in the meadow. This led the boy to the distant territories ahead of the stoneform wolf. Was he keen on finding a place in the mountain? It seemed a suitable terrain for one like him.

My mother-figure is but I’m from- somewhere else.

A place that did not exist anymore, a family that had been shattered. It felt like a lifetime ago. Those faded memories no longer hurt the yearling. He’d grown and with his growth had come new understanding of what he was and who he was bound to.

Are you running from something? A shot in the dark, though he hoped it might stick. The question was just vague enough.