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Originally Posted by meraki
”They’re birds, Achilles.” The pale wolf said with a laugh. “They don’t know the difference between a hare and a lizard,” Altair joked. It didn’t annoy him much when Achilles got all protective, but he couldn’t deny that it was slightly embarrassing when they ran into other wolves. He could take care of himself, of course, though he wasn’t the best when it came to surprise encounters; his reflexes were a little slow in comparison to his burly friend. Altair glanced down at his paws as he walked, feeling the wet hm earth beneath his pads as shey grew closer to a water source. He nearly missed Achilles’ remark about the stars, but once he saw the dark wolf break into a sprint, he chased after. Altair was no where close to running Achilles’ speed- it wasn’t that he was slow, the grey wolf just had shorter limbs. For every step Achilles took, Altair took two. |
achilles laughed and nudged altair. "that is true, my friend." he moved to lay on his side, staring up towards the sky. a smile seemed to curl onto his muzzle, a rare sight to see after an encounter with an enemy. every year, they would watch the stars lose their place in the sky, falling towards the ground as if they were leaves during autumn. waiting for altair,
achilles groomed his pelt and sniffed as cold, muddy water seeped into his pelt. the dark wolf's tail curled around his large body, though he allowed room for his companion to cuddle into his side.
they always did this. many passerby had begun to think that the two wolves were a couple, however they were friends. really, really close friends. even achilles had had thoughts about the way they treat each other. but the wolves were merely best friends that would risk their lives for each other. what does it matter if achilles's heart beat faster while they cuddled during the night? or if he felt a surge of protectiveness every time another wolf came a tail-length too close to altair? they were friends.
only friends.