The Heartwood chasing visions of our futures

There were not many of them in the heartwood. So it came to no surprise to him, that Atka knew his steps. He was also always with her, so she would grow used to his movements. A flare of unease skated along his spine, as he thought if perhaps she would grow lonely with only him, if they made no pack.

Dreven stared at the bold streaks of color. Red eyes fastened upon the horizon, enjoying the view. A low rumble of appreciation curled from his throat. He had always loved the sky. There was something about it, that gave him a sense of safety. If he could see the sky, well he wasn't doing to bad.


Dreven gave a small nod. His forehead wrinkled in concentration as she spoke. It didn't worry her anymore. It had never really worried him, until recently and even then, it wasn't so much worry as much as it was a type of fervor to just hunt and fill caches.

I never worried about it. Because chances were it wouldn't exist for me. Though now it seems things have changed.

He eyed her. What do you want of the future Atka? Do you want family? A different home? Just us? To form a different pack from all the others?