Whitewater Gorge Slowly Falling from the sky

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As Luna joked about pushing him off cliffs, Taikon was reminded of the spark of humour that had made them friends. He laughed with her, which onlookers might have found strange given her inclination toward threatening him. It felt a bit like joking with a sibling; they could go pretty far because both of them knew neither was particularly serious. If only he'd had sisters like her growing up.
Eventually, the dark she-wolf explained that she too was wandering, though for her it seemed that she had remained alone due to being indecisive of what she wanted to do next. The prince listened closely, and wondered what exactly she was looking for. He had often heard others spout nonsense about knowing what you wanted in life and seizing it. He had seen people do this. Seizing food, territory, power, it all seemed like frivolous pursuits to him without real direction. His own lack of guiding principals had largely kept him from doing anything that might have improved his life. Did Luna have the same issue?
His opposite-coloured friend explained that she had actually found a travelling companion, and at this his ears perked. Someone had once asked him why he didn't travel with others, and he remembered coming up with some shit explanation at not being great to be around long-term. Luna was about to name had when said her sprang up from nowhere.
Taikon stiffened, sensing an anxiety in the air from both of them. The newcomer was light in colour, like a mist. Her gaze was intense, but he did not falter under it. Lunaria introduced Macaria, and he couldn't help but allow a small smile at the similarity of their lovely names.
As was his custom, Taikon followed this introduction with a deep bow before Macaria, dipping his head low and respectfully for a moment before gently rising. It's a pleasure. Glad to see you've found someone to travel with, he said, directed at the both of them. The weather forced flooding upon Whitebark Stream, the pack I was with before. Things are a bit of a mess, so it's good to see you're okay, he followed, offering the explanation to help break the tension and offer why he had left the stream. He swallowed, and his saliva felt thick, sticking in his throat. Why he would feel the least bit anxious around the younger female, he wasn't sure.