Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Fortunately or unfortunately, Kindle had returned home after the initial meet-and-greet, though he'd not yet ventured far into the mountains. He'd only wanted to be close by in case he was called for — though, admittedly, he'd imagined it would be Haedwig in need of some minor assistance, and not a voice that made his stomach flip.

He was quiet for a moment, but soon lifted himself from his dozing and howled in response: On my way.

He began the climb, more sure-footed now than he had been just a few weeks before. The mountain took some getting used to, but already, Kindle could see the appeal. If part of that appeal was a strange wolf he didn't know how to categorize — well. No one had to know that but Kindle himself.

He'd been doing his best not to reckon with it. Not out of fear or distaste, but for the simple fact that he hadn't enough information, and did not know how to go about asking for it. Somehow, Treepie seemed like both the first and last place he ought to go looking. But here they were.

He was only slightly out of breath when he drew near to her, barking a greeting rather than speaking a hello to disguise this.