In the quiet of the night, alone and wandering the forests, Tsunami wonders why his heart always seems to beat a little harder around her, and why he always lingers near her.
Tsunami was a vagabond who flirted with every female (not to say it was ever serious, or that he'd ever been flirted with instead). An absolute romantic a chad who swore the only pack he'd belong to would be a bachelor pack, if only for the fact that most others disliked his very bold (superior! He'd insist) approach.
Then he meets Hurricane. The smell of dandelions and charcoal are very familiar, and something he recalls healers using to make healing salves.
It's one of his quiet days, so the most he's prepared to do is simply smile, compliment, and then take his leave when she inevitably gets fed up, or worse tries to take a chunk out of him.
Only for her to make the first move.
And only for her first move to wink at him before opening up with the worse one-liner he's ever heard.
It's so absolutely unexpected he bursts into giggles, a full on cackle, with Hurricane a mix of proud, confused, and happy. Once he calms down, they trade quips and grooming, and then suddenly he's being offered a place to stay, and then even more suddenly he's infront of at least six puppies, one dark-point, and three other females with Hurricane happily introducing him as the newest member.
In the next couple of days after she comes back (because get this, she grinned at him and then left him to the literal wolves), he's given food, he's talked to more kind and generous people than he's ever had in his life, and he's actually happy; and all she asks for him to do is to help her with exploring.
He accepts.
Tsunami expects there to be wolves at least twice his age, leading the pack and hunts, scolding the younger hunters; what he doesn't expect is a pack entirely exist with wolves who are all younger than him (the one exception being Typhoon, who was the healer.)
During one of the few dusks that everyone is together (although Hurricane is off traveling to... The dreamlands apparently), he is incapable of holding his tongue. His curiousity knows no bounds and it spills over.
It starts incredulous. "I know I'm new, but are you really telling me that no one here is over three?" He asks, looking at Cove, then to Sunset. Shallows, who's resting by him, scoffs.
The pale healer speaks up, a tone that says something of confusion. "No. In fact, I'm the only one who's close. Why are you so shocked?"
Tsunami blinks slowly, and shook his head. "You're one of the most successful packs I've ever seen. I'm... Most packs I saw before I came here had wolves who'd worked multiple seasons to even approach anything this..." He motions outwards at the thriving pups and the well-fed adults. "Peaceful, I guess."
"We're mountain-tribe, and it's summer." Sunray points out, ears perked and eyes bright. "And we've been working tirelessly since spring to make sure we don't begin starving during winter."
"... There's a point there. I came from the tundras, and there... It was harsh." With a sigh, he leaned down and rested his muzzle on his paws.
"No doubt. I myself came from some of the harsher territories, but... You'll get used to it Tsun." Shallows says, before shuffling over. Tsunami has a moment of confusion before he feels a familiar weight rest down on his back, a warm sigh ruffling his ears.
"Pack-pile tonight!" Sunset sang happily from her spot, before tumbling right next to them. Cove smiled wordlessly, before walking over as well, Sunray right behind.
It was warm that night.
Cliff Swallowtail
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