Wapun Meadow morningsong

Mm, the ideologue hummed in agreement. They are quite alike.

They seemed to understand one another; their perspectives differing yet intertwined. It was only surface level, but both imparted a sense of acceptance and quiet respect for the other’s path. As much as two strangers sharing a few sentences of knowledge could, anyway.

Sedately he watched as she inched closer. Though he appeared entirely relaxed, his skin felt sunlit and an aura of virile energy and self-confidence pulsed around him. He thrilled to see her take him in, reveled in the thought of his scent in her nose and in her thoughts. He would have it etched there permanently, given half the choice.

I am alone. An admittance made without shame. It is my fate for now. I must work to claim bonds for myself, just as I must find my own lands and lay claim to them. But there are many ‘may be’s’ ahead of me. There was a rhythm to things but there must also be goals, work, and sacrifice. And everything would either come into place in his orbit, or it would not be meant for him.

Perhaps it may be that one day your caribou will lead you near to me again. The winterwolf smirked.