Shadowwyn Moor Broken Crown

A smile etched it's way across Ujurak's face. Tear stained and broad. The heaviness to his heart lightened at Sven's presence. Worse for wear from his run, but Ujurak could feel the hardened muscle beneath. Compared to his own ailing frame, he was relieved that Sven had not faced similar hardships in his absence.

Ujurak acknowledged Coväh with a bright laugh.

We've got fawn legs don't we? Staggering around and holding onto each other, they must have been quite the pair.

Fresh tears welled in his eyes as Sven pardoned his absence with a single breath. Oh how Sven deserved a brother greater than what Ujurak could be. He could only hope to return the gifts of love Sven granted him ten-fold. A lofty task that would be.

But what now, huh?

Turquoise eyes held upon the wind-made traveler. Ujurak could see it in the man's golden eyes. Sharp as a hawk's, but as warm as the sun. Despite Coväh's slowed words, his meaning was clear.

A part of Ujurak wished to join the man on his travels. As a boy, Ujurak never would have considered leaving the Stone Circle for long. Perhaps he had just come to that age where wolves wandered and found themselves.

Sven kept the stone prince grounded. Ujurak could not speak for him, and they had some much needed catching up to do.

Yeah, Ujurak's gaze gently drifted to Sven before returning to Coväh, we'll have to figure it out.

Ujurak ran a paw across his face, leaving a wet trail along his foreleg. I hope the wind doesn't take you too far. I'd like to see you again once we do have things sorted. What name should we call you by the next time we cross paths?