What?! TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY?!
Well, I've been in a writing mood today! :3 Deal with it.
No spoilers; just a rather simple chapter that's a little bittersweet.
It was a rough life; that was for certain. Hunting the wolves with no company besides Blue and his alcohol.
Thinking of his dearest son and his wife… That was painful. And sometimes, whenever he looked at his trusty blue-gray dog, he only saw them. So he would drink even more, and Blue would watch sadly. She couldn't leave him, or he'd cry out for her desperately, not wanting to be alone again. But sometimes, the more he looked at her, the more he would cry, and the more he would drink.
Even though it was rough, it was simple. And sometimes, simplicity brought happiness. They would get up in the morning, usually with Quint groaning from a hangover-induced headache. They would hunt around and get food and drink for themselves.
And they would talk.
Sure, Blue couldn't really chat along back, but she understood what he would say to her. Sometimes he would talk to her about the people they had met that day, sometimes about the weather, and sometimes, nothing at all. After all, sometimes you don't really have to talk to dogs. They understoond pretty well on their own without those hindering words.
