Somehow the call broke through even his most captivating thoughts of Arye. Ever since the day by the lighthouse the boy had thought of her more and more. Pripyat had known, all along, his feelings for the sea-side girl. He loved her. There was no other way around it. He had perhaps loved her since the day he had first found her along the shore, right of the edge of his whole world. The golden eyed angel hadn't been apart from him since, and daily not only did his world seem to grow bigger but his love for the girl did too. It was almost an obsession. Almost.
That the voice of others could still reach him proved, at least to Pripyat, that what he felt and thought, was healthy, surely. It was not keeping him from living his life. Arye was in fact, off doing her own things that day, and so Pripyat happy enough for a distraction, rose and bound off, four legs propelling him into the direction of the call. Often now he alternated between secui and optime. Rarely did he like to linger in his lupus form, perhaps because for so much of his youth it had been the only body he had known. Yet now he moved on four legs, a bulky but normal sized wolf.
When the boy arrived he was pleased with the faces he found. First he smiled at Tawny, the strange girl that he had played tag with on the beach. Remembering her on that day, they had both been awkward and uncomfortable at first, and it seemed that at least they both were familiar enough with Ichika to come to this event—this was pleasing to Pripyat who at times could still feel uncomfortable in his own skin although the phenomenon was occurring less and less. The smoky male then turned his attention to Jace and Temo. Their faces were the most familiar, having grown up knowing them and moving with them from Phoenix Valley. Yet something about them was strange, although Pripyat could not determine what and merely smiled at them silently before turning to the man who had called him here and the young girl who resided with Saul. These two he knew the least, and yet for once the unfamiliarity did not bother him. Arye wouldn't have liked it to bother him.
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