SSWM: 439.
Aniwaya. The word was strange and foreign, the boy couldn't remember hearing the name before although he might have once or twice and just not committed it to memory. Pripyat vaguely knew of the other packs, but he was only really familiar with the nearest ones. Inferni. Dahlia de Mai. Anathema. Cour des Miracles. They were the four that surrounded Phoenix Valley, the others were farther and past the small range Pripyat Soul had made of the lands outside of his own pack so far. He hadn't even ventured as far as either Anathema or Cour des Miracles, he simply knew that they were out there, somewhere close by. It was rare he ran into anyone from the further packs, for unless they had a reason to come out this way most pack wolves stuck close to home. It would be exciting to travel with this man, as far as he pleased for J'adore assured him he had no obligation to continue on if the young man wished to turn back. Pripyat considered it good fortune that not only had J'adore been out this way forging for scraps but also that he had run into the man and quickly befriended him. He wasn't about to waste such an opportunity to help another being and see new sights.
"Okay. I don't mind if it's a bit far. I would love to help you carry it." Ocean eyes watched as the man dumped his load into a large cloth sack and Pripyat assumed that they would just both carry an end of the sack, sharing the weight of the load. You've been very helpful. The praise caught up the boy for a moment, he was use to hearing such words from many of his pack members, his mother, and even his father from time to time, but to head such words from almost a near stranger wasn't odd but unexpected. Others had praised his politeness, his warmth, his good humor, but never his helpfulness. It felt good to be acknowledged in such a manner and his words came out stammered. "Ah, th-thank you." Just then he wished it had been Jefferson praising his helpfulness, but he quickly blotted out the desire. He knew that his gruff father was proud and happy with him, even if the man had trouble verbalizing it from time to time. Eyeing the man as he toyed with his charm the young boy lifted up an end of the sack and smiled at the man, "Ready?" and he waited for the man to lead the way, because in all honesty Pripyat didn't know which way Aniwaya was.
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