02-21-2008, 12:17 AM
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He should be fully recovered by now, but I figure the run, the telepathic endeavor and the fight all added up. Sorry for the shortness. He could tell Skoll was trying to be upbeat for his sake… but it wasn’t really working, and the larger male only stared at him blankly. Phoenix wasn’t the type to appreciate humor in a dour situation. The fact of the matter was that two lives had been snuffed out, and the two lives could have just as easily been his and Skoll’s. He saw no reason to be mirthful—and even if he did, he hadn’t the energy for it. Granted, the two wolves weren’t worth mourning… but Phoenix believed that all lives had value, to a certain extent. He was only glad that his telepathy hadn’t been active when the two wolves died. Death was a terrible sensation to experience. Still, he had reason to feel upbeat. Skoll was still alive, and that was what mattered. Sliding off the rock, he took up his friend’s unspoken offer for a shoulder to lean on. That was how one could tell someone was a true friend, when they could communicate without words. “What’re friends for? We make a pretty good team, doon’t we?” he asked. Something was bothering him, but he didn’t know how to bring it up. “How old are you, Skoll?” he finally asked. He knew Skoll was over twice his own age and that he was past his pinnacle. He didn’t like the idea of Skoll being out here on his own when he didn’t have to be… Fatin and Gabriel be damned. |