Dragoncrest Cliffs ∷ x̂uux̂

still trying to figure out his posting format, haha

kanuux’s jaw tightened, heavy head turning away as if the weight of taktu’s words pressed too close to his chest. the sand cracked faint beneath his wide paw, a sound like disdain in the hush of the shore.

he knew his lodgebrother was right. taktu had always spoken with the wind in his lungs, truth curling from him like smoke. yet still kanuux scowled at it, for it was easier to be angered than to admit his own envy.

a wife. children. the warmth of a hearth filled with laughter. the simple, rooted life. that was the strength of men, too. not only the hunt, not only the blood on snow. kanuux had chosen the march south, chosen this long road with no promise of women, no pups tumbling at his heels.

he looked at taktu again, icy eyes narrowing, voice rough when it came.

you speak as though i would drive you away.

his scarred muzzle twitched.

but we have come all this way. better you had stayed, filled your lodge with ash cry and her sons.

his gaze swept the treeline, restless, as if it might answer for him.

instead, you are here. and now i must make something of it.