Naylan, an Alpha by birth, has always dreamed of running a pack of his own. Born into the busy city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where city wolves run in small groups, and disregard communal living, Naylan had to pursue his dreams elsewhere - Toronto, a...
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MAVIS
Naylan and I started meeting at the riverside often. I was concerned that I would have to explain why I didn't want others to see us together much, but he took the initiative without me having to ask. I was a little embarrassed that he was drawing those conclusions, even though he was correct about me not wanting to take things too seriously.
Something I learned about Naylan as I got to know him better was that he was mature. When he had first met, and even long after that, the fact that he was so young and running a pack that was more than two hundred and fifty wolves strong, baffled me, but the talks we had as we skipped stones let me into his thought process and mind for bits at a time.
"You keep mentioning your brother," I said out of the blue as we stared down at the river a few meters away from us. We were both sitting on a mat I had brought along with me. We had been talking for a bit, and Naylan had gone on a tangent about his brother.
"Yeah." He shrugged his shoulders, resting his hands on his raised knees before looking at me from the side of his eyes. "Is that a problem?"
"No," I muttered looking down at my feet. We had kicked off our shoes and placed them by the red-brown mat. "It's just that I don't see a lot of people talking about their siblings fondly, that's all."
Naylan hummed. "Maybe it's because we've only gotten to know each other recently. If I had childish spats with him when I was younger, I would probably not be as fond of him," Naylan reasoned licking his lips.
"Or maybe I would be. Adyen's great. I used to worry about him a lot because he's recessive, but his mate has everything under control, so I had to give him space and back off a bit," Naylan explained, resting back on the mat. Some of his hair picked up sand at the edge of the mat, but he didn't seem to mind. He turned to his side, giving me a warm look before asking, "Do you have siblings?"
I shook my head. "No." A sigh left my lips. "It's just me, my mother, and my grandfather," I explained, moving to lie down on the mat too.
Naylan stayed quiet for a while as if he was overthinking something. "Can I ask something?"
