but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
It starts off as an easy walk, his arm looped with Isla’s, the moon casting down overhead, and an easy mood that settles into his mind that relaxes his shoulders, picking the trail to the woodlands with idle chatter between them. “You know, I used to run through the woods here when I was young. We’d have battles, branch swords to stab each other as we jumped from tree to tree.” He hums with a laugh, squinting through the branches as if he can imagine whether or not he can see just how much it’s changed.
He takes a deep breath he doesn’t need, stepping over a fallen log and offering his arm for her to balance herself as she goes to do the same. “The trees are a lot different though. Changed because of the barrier I think, not just the centuries.” He squints, before he snorts, flashing Isla a fanged smile as he picks the trail up again.
He takes a deep breath he doesn’t need, stepping over a fallen log and offering his arm for her to balance herself as she goes to do the same. “The trees are a lot different though. Changed because of the barrier I think, not just the centuries.” He squints, before he snorts, flashing Isla a fanged smile as he picks the trail up again.
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