the ongoing speculation

[size=x-small]I do apologise for the delay! As usual, I was having a load of load of work piled on me :([/size]

Mordecai offered to accompany the soon-to-be-once-again loner to the borders. But Dijax's hesitation was apparent in his body language; though he kept a steady expression, he didn't think one like the auburn would miss his image at the moment. The realisation slowly sunk in, and the arctic was stripped bare of any security he had felt before. He was leaving tonight.

Maybe Dijax had imagined a lovely mid-day departure, accompanied by a hearty 'I'll see ya soon' wistful goodbye. Alas, it wouldn't be, however the male was wise and he knew he had to do this now. If he waited too long... maybe he would change his mind. So he spoke: "I would appreciate it," the ivory wolf said, accepting Mordecai's proposal.

Without a moment of delay, the Russian moved forward, towards the slick, stony path that held the two males' pawprints deep within. It was the mark of their first bump into, and now the mark of their last. If he dawdled any longer, Mordecai might think Dijax was having second thoughts. Of course, that was a lie — wasn't it?