Two
Torak held his howl for a few moments, before he was hit full in the face by warm grey fur. Torak yipped playfully, and Wolf drowned him in licks. Wolf jumped off of him and lay down in a ready position, his tail wagging from side to side. Let's play!
Torak bent down and snuffle-licked his muzzle. Okay. Come on!
Torak chased after Wolf, who of course outran him easily. After a while, Torak leaned against a rock, utterly spent. Wolf trotted up to him, rubbing against his side. How are you?
I'm fine, pack-brother. Where is Darkfur?
She is at the Den.
Torak straightened. Show me the Den!
Too far.
What?
Too far.
How did you come so fast, then?
I'm faster than you.
Oh, really? Torak's face was flush with the promise of a challenge. Catch up if you can!
Torak bolted suddenly, running through trees, all the while feeling Wolf gain on him. He leaped over rocks, ducked under low branches, and soon Wolf was right next to him. Torak doubled over, exhausted for the second time in as many minutes. Wolf lead him over through a couple of trees, and Torak caught sight of a hunter. Who was it? Torak tensed, but Wolf bounded right up to him, pouncing on his face. "Okay, that's enough."
Torak rushed. He knew that voice.
"Fin-Kedinn!" He leaped at him and hugged him. His foster father returned the embrace.
"Torak! It is good to see you again!"
"And you too!"
"Renn will be so cross. It hasn't even been late summer yet."
Renn. "Oh yeah. I deserted her. How's Dark? He's still OK right?"
"He's still getting used to being Mage."
"Mage." He echoed. It was odd, Saeunn being dead. "yeah."