But there was nothing to listen to apparently. With an incredulous look shining in his eyes of gold champagne he watched as the man failed to say anything else about the Caldera, or about how life there was like. He sat idly through his goodbyes, thinking to himself that perhaps not eating when Peregrine suggested to had been the biggest waste of time.
No questions were answered and no more were made.
Ciervo really didn't want to know a word more about the Caldera, and Peregrine was not about to beg him (thankfully!).There were times when one had to learn not to press on -- at least Peregrine knew that too.
With his eyes trailing behind Peregrine as he advanced through the snow, the proud Ostrega nosed the fox's dead body, poking and prodding at his dinner until he was certain the black, big wolf called Perergine was out of sight.
"Enjoy your whatever" he murmured only for himself to hear before chuffing into the foggy Winter air and taking a bite of his well deserved meal.
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