7/14/2025, 3:11 AM
The little silver wolf listened to his guidance well, climbing down into the hollow that was to be their home for the morning. At least until the rain decided to stop. Just as she settled in, her voice breached the den entrance.
Despite the rain, it is a bright morning. Perhaps we have been blessed with a sun shower.A chuckle almost escaped him as the woman got a rain drop on her nose. It sent her back inside, where he too came in to rest for a while.
I wasn't expecting company, but you are more then welcome. My name is Cyrus, what is yours?His voice was warm despite the pain he was still in. But he had to try and move on, for his own sake.