Oh, what a night.
He had not expected to come across many Varg in his travels. In fact, the chances of it happening were usually very minimal. There were few packs these days, most everyone simply going along as they pleased, and even more of them calling themselves Kerl. He, himself, went by that very same title, though he was far more lax about it. Why did one need a title, anyway? Wasn't it much easier to simply be Varg and nothing else, rather than have to memorize face and name and rank? He only ever introduced himself as Redfly - nothing more, nothing less - and took only their names in return, instantly disregarding any call to title.
And last night had been no exception.
Three beautiful bitches, all of varying shades and colors, and all vying for his attention. He was still quite c**k about it, actually. It surely must have been a surprise for them, meeting someone as handsome and desirable as himself. To say the least, he had been rather overjoyed at his good fortune, again and again thanking Fenris. Of course, he could not simply run over to them and ask their names, no! It would be an insult to them, not to mention himself and his own intelligence, to do so. Instead, he had gone strolling along, as though he had not noticed them, and only looked their way when one of them made a distinct noise. Greetings had then been offered, names given, and light conversation taken up. They had been wary, at first, but his charming smile and warm tone had eventually gotten them to loosen up.
It wasn't long before he offered them to travel with him, an opportunity which they quickly and eagerly took. He found their company to be quite soothing, really. He soon became drunk on their presence, the atmosphere having been rather relaxing. Once or twice, they voiced concern when he openly passed over a pack border, and he had been required to console them. What did borders matter, really, when no one could truly lay claim to Mother Earth? She was free - perhaps more free than any of the Varg, and it was such a valid argument and spoken with such passion that they were immediately at ease. Eventually, they had taken up residence in a small clearing for the night, chatting calmly until they had fallen asleep.
And by morning, he was gone.
Now, lazing about under a tall, old oak tree, he wondered what it might have been like to stay. He was not one to commit, really - he saw no benefit in it, other than pups. Even then, he would be required to hunt for them and constantly please them, and he would no longer be able to travel as he loved to. No, a mate was most certainly out of the question. Alone beneath the trees, Redfly found it in him to hum, and before long, it morphed into a song, something which he made up on the spot and likely wouldn't remember later. "Oh! I've traveled far by full moon light, and seen her beauty, what a sight! I've told her once, I've told her twice, and hardly that seems to suffice. Oh, Mother Earth, why can't you see? You'll always be the one for me."
