Pulling the book from Traveller's saddlebag, he propped himself against a tree trunk and traced the cover with his fingertips once more. Though the moon was obscured by clouds and the light of nearby Hopetoun was feeble and flickering, Nir'weis eyes still saw, clear as day, his name inscribed upon the cover, and again upon the spine, in flowing golden lettering that felt unique under his fingertips. He'd already read the whole book from cover to cover. Multiple times. At that moment he was certain that he could close his eyes and recite every word, so deeply he'd drunk from its contents, and yet he could not stop himself turning back to it at every opportunity.
"You could be inside right now," Grey pointed out. His voice had grown deeper still since his ascension to an Alpha, and his words now seemed to carry a strange energy to them. Like when one lifted their palms close to a roaring flame and felt the intense heat that radiated from its surface, so too his voice now seemed to glow in his mind's eye, spoken directly into his head. "Getting to know people. Talking. Mingling."
"I've never been much of a people person," was his simple reply. "My place was always outdoors." For better or for worse, he'd always been drawn to animals. To forests and clearings and places of solitude and peace. Raucous laughter and people pressed closely together into cramped spaces... he could tolerate for a time, of course, but it never felt comfortable to him. "Besides. This is still taking some getting used to." He looked up to see Greyhide, looming overhead... but at the same time, he could see himself, through Greyhide's eyes, staring back up from an entirely different angle. "Speaking feels--"
"--strange, when there are so many mouths to do it with," Greyhide finished smoothly. Nir'wei nodded. "So many eyes, which ones do you look through." He nodded again. "You don't need to do that, I already know you agree with me." Oh, right. Their connection was complete, more complete than it had ever been before, and yet it still felt so awkward sometimes. Was this how all Mortalborn felt first coming into their powers for the first time?
Myrth snorted quietly from his side, nosing the edge of his book. "What a silly question." Because the answer was so clear, did she mean? "Because the answer does not matter." The soft laughter from the wolves that crowded around him briefly filled the small space they'd scouted out for themselves for the night, and Nir'wei gently shoved Myrth backwards to clear a little more room.
"Alright, alright. Settle down... we've got another long day tomorrow, so get your rest." He would join them in a moment. Just one more read wouldn't hurt before then, though.