Border patrol, along with his new duties as a hunter, were taking a toll on him. He hadn't stepped outside of Shadows territory since he met the dark lady in the human city, nearly a month ago. Had that been a dream? Endymion still wasn't sure, but had decided that if it was a dream, he wanted to dream it again. She had ignited something in him that he had never felt before, and that something now stirred as he crossed through the Haunted Woods, pale eyes trained upon the Peak. He doubted he would see her now, and he was almost positive they would never meet again, but the red wolf always hoped, even when he wasn't aware of hoping.
Trotting along at an even, almost eager pace, Endymion felt the earth begin to incline. The mountain wasn't nearly as impressive as the one on which he lived, but it had its own endearing qualities. He rather liked the warmth that it seemed to always possess, like a living creature that had been sleeping so long the grass and trees grew over it. What if all mountains had giant, sleeping creatures under them? It was a silly thought to entertain, but perhaps he would develop it into a story and tell it to Deuce's children. Ah, but that opened an entire floodgate for worry in the two-year-old. He was taking this break to get away from the stress, at least for only a moment. The wolf, flattening his ears, quickened his pace.
After a few minutes of climbing the peak, his eyes found the form of another a bit further up the mountain. Endymion was traveling at a quicker pace than the other, so the gap between them was growing steadily smaller. Only when the wolf was within a few yards of the white wolf did he notice his passenger, and gawked. It was probably the oddest thing the pirate-son had ever seen, and though he silently wondered to himself what the deal was, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
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