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(me too! I also love him in Norse Mythology too haha. wanna rp??)

"I'll be alright, keep going. I just need some rest." Night said, breathing heavily as he walked. (ahh alright! goodbye!)

Fisher brought her to a seemingly solid rock face, then pushed back a curtain of moss that covered a cave that led to a secluded beach on the river.

(Yeah, of course! I'm glad I came back)

Night follows Odin, occasionally stopping to soothe the pain in his tore open shoulder.

Fisher smiled as he began trotting towards the river. "I'm going to my secret place, if you show anyone I might cry." He said with a laugh.

Night chuckled, "I'll promise to try not to murder anyone, unless anyone annoys me"

"That much is true," he nodded, before standing up and looking back, "I'm going to the river, care to join me?"

"Impressive.. say, you have any room in this pack of yours? Getting older sucks, boy. Being a loner is becoming a less efficient way for me to live my life." Night said, I'll regret this eventually, maybe if nobody talks to me though I'll be fine. He thought.

"suit yourself then," Fisher shrugged before eating the snake whole. "It's odd that rarely see you, but often I wake up before anyone else anyways"

Night couldn't help but smile. "you've done well, Odin. Now how did you manage that?" Fisher smiled, "want any? it's really good, I promise!"

Fisher smiled, "good morning," he said before picking up the snake in his jaws and killing it. "nothing much, you?"

"You've grown, my son. It's been ages since we last crossed paths. I went out west to the mountains to settle some... business. What have you been up to?" Night crinkled his nose at the smell of other wolves, "part of a pack, I see?"

Kingfisher trotted around the edge of camp, being bored out of his mind. The other wolves were either sleeping or away, so he had to find a way to keep himself busy. he found the nearest log and rolled it over with his snout, revealing a snake coiled into a ball. Fisher chased the snake around...

as if looking at a reflection of his younger self, night stared at the figure at the edge of the forest. He didn't fill out as I thought he would, it was probably his mother's weaker genes. He thought to himself with a chuckle. Holding himself high, he approached Odin. "hello," Night said...