Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

there was a strange fairness in dwin's argument: why was it so much of one's life hedged on the cooperation of others?

val wrestled with this thought carefully. he sensed dwin's first question was rhetorical, so he did not answer -- which was just as well, for dwin had already saddled up her idea-pony and was now off on another ride, metaphorically speaking.

while he agreed in a pragmatic sense, he supposed what made life worth living was the relationships one forged while navigating it. each wolf had set him on the path he was on today - how could he say any of them he was better off not meeting, when each of them had gently, somehow, guided him to where he stood today?

it would be a cliche to respond maybe you'll understand when you're older. val still did not understand it - and what if dwin was right, what if he didn't find someone in the end? he pushed the thought aside. i think we are a cooperative species. it's what we are meant to do. who knows - maybe there's life out there that doesn't rely on another. maybe... maybe that's how rocks are born? he grinned, having noticed how rocks had a peculiar habit of springing from the earth uninvited.