Heath wasn’t one for sentimental memories; he had a 'vengeful and slow painful death' personality. The three siblings had been blessed, though their grief and tragedy over-shadowed that most of the time. They still had many members that had come to their aid, left off where their parents had ended. They had taught him about all the things he needed to know, all the things for survival. The extras, like the few he shared with Haven were absorbed on the side. They were the little bits he gathered in all those in between moments.
Sounds like you’ve got a girlfriend. he spoke after Haven conjured his confused words. Heath flashed teeth, giving the other a promising grin. Heath had a good feeling about his lady friend, and by the reaction Haven gave while talking about her, Heath was certain he liked her. It was somewhat relieving, knowing for certain that the boy wasn’t a sissy. He had been worried for a moment or two.
Heath rose to his paws, taking to the path he was creating through the sow. Nose in the direction of the pack smell that Haven stunk of, Heath started on a slow but meaningful walk. He wore a smile, not caring if the other saw that he was actually enjoying his company. Nodding his head, the older boy motioned for him to follow. There was no reason they couldn’t move along; there was that plan of course. The one he forgot about sometimes.
Now you just have to keep her.