#txistedmuses

Pulling on a shirt, Remus glanced at the horizon as the sun began to rise. His bare feet stood on the ripped fabric from the night before, sighing as his eyes stayed fixated on the sky as he got dressed. The boy swore he heard another wolf cry in distress last night, but he was too afraid to check on whoever, or whatever it was, and stayed close to Val. Slowly, Remus walked out into the clearing, noticing his professor and mentor sitting at the edge of the cliff. Remus smiled and walked closer to the old man and sat beside him with his feet dangling over the cliff. “Thanks for coming out with me, Professor.” He smiled, “I...ummm...actually been wanting to speak with you about something...”