Fox's Glade Second Decisions

As the coy wolf speaks Uly nods his head, still unable to help himself, he stares at all the coys faults. The torn ear, missing eye, numerous scars, and the all around wear and tear on such a young wolf. Those milky eyes are still filled with compassion as he looks upon his friend, he still thinks he is as stunning as he first met him. Uly doesn’t think scars deter beauty; rather they tell stories in a way words lack.

Merrick chokes, or perhaps is searching for the right words but Uly can see the hesitation. Then the things that shoot through the wolf-dog’s mind at what could have possibly warranted such punishment; such pain. It almost makes his blood rush with anger, perhaps if Uly had been there he could have prevented him from taking the brunt of the trauma. But Uly shakes his head at his own thoughts, it’s too late now. There would be nowhere else for the coy-wolf to go but forward and the moon-eyes wolf can’t change the past.

Then the touch of the other brushing against him and the way the raven haired wolf has to stretch to reach gives Uly a certain course of satisfaction climb up his spine. It causes a smile to come to his face as he looks down to his companion. The single copper eye stares up at him and he can tell there’s something in the look he gives him; a plea to follow perhaps. Of course Uly could not resist. 

Shit, even if the coy-wolf didn’t want him to follow he probably would have to fight to stay. The coy wolf pulls away though, and Uly is close beside him in an instant. The next sentence that came from the other gets Uly thinking; had he been looking for him? It’s safe to assume: yes.

In Ulysses’ recent travels the coy popped up in his thoughts often, sometimes he would catch a scent that might have even resembled his friend. He caught himself following it once but it bore no fruit. Then, Uly wasn’t even sure if it was actually him or perhaps a thoughtful gleam of hope to be able to find his long lost companion; to make sure he was alright, to make sure he was even alive.

So Uly gazes back at him with a soft gaze, eyes burning into the coy’s own. “Yes, perhaps I was.”