A pleased simper creeps upon my façade as Tristan voices his in-depth knowledge of a time I had only dreamed of living within. ”Yes. I’m glad someone else has been passed down such information – we can never forget where it is we come from...” My eyes shift to Eden then, a cutting glance if any, before I looked back to Tristan. ”We should share stories someday, Tristan,” an odd request coming from one as solitary as myself and yet I am willing to evolve to fit new molds if I must. If it is a pack wolf that I aim to be then so too does the socializing come with it. At least I can tolerate him more so than say… that Galileo boy who had once pushed all the wrong buttons.

I look back to Eden now as he addresses me once more, a look of indignation laying beneath the surface, as he talks of my history. ”Bones are not exactly what I am here for, but to recount those days of old and do better tenfold. My mother may have been a poor pack wolf but I will not succumb to her inability to change.” I speak in passing as he allows me entrance past the borderline.

With a final glance and a glimmering smile I move to walk past the two of them, my gait picking up a rather poised saunter akin to my grandmother’s movement. ”The river will be interest enough for now – see you around.” I speak my dismissal as my pace picks up into a fluid lope and my golden touched figure is lost within the trees.