Silverlight Terrace came across a cosmic serpent with hands woven into his hair

✴     The closer the stranger came to him, the more he realized it wasn't just a shadow he had been chasing. They were similar in that respect to much of his family; he thought of the stalwart Hydra, or the smooth-stepping Amekaze, and saw something of them in the way the stranger moved. But when they locked gazes, Revui knew he had to be careful. They had a wild look to them, and this is what made him want to stick around.

When they spoke he understood, but did not retort with any verbal response. Rather, Revui acted physically. The word brave made him lift his head and proudly take up a mirror stance to what he saw his parents use around the mountain: dominance, pride, the raise of his tail and the puffy peacocking of his summer coat. The pose didn't hold for long. He wasn't used to it, and easily slid back to a more relaxed posture. With some heavy steps he drew nearer to the other wolf, tasting the air and prowling about, showing off how young and inexperienced he still was by the clear lack of fear he held. Thus far Revui's involvement with other wolves was reserved to family and he had not yet learned that creatures outside of the mountain-home could be dangerous.