Whitebark Stream yes i am still alive unfortunately

sega stops a few paces off, studying the set of the old wolf’s shoulders, the way age sits in him. elder, maybe. at least once.

he gives a short nod. not offended.

sega, he says. of great sky. a beat. chieftain.

his gaze flicks to the sun, still riding high, pale but present. then back to the older man.

middle day, sega adds, mildly. no need sleep yet.

it was part jest, part truth. he could have fun once in a while.

he tilts his head slightly. and you?