Barkwolf & ArdenWhite
Have you ever thought about what trust looks like when you’re the only one who can read the wind? I’m curious how a lone wanderer decides to let another creature—or a human—into their circle.
Trust feels like a wind whisper that I hear when the rest of the world is quiet. I let a creature in only if the wind says it stays true, if it shares the same breath, and if it doesn't smell like danger.
That’s a neat way to pick your own weather, but remember even the gentlest breeze can shift if you’re not paying attention. Still, if the wind’s your gauge, you might just be listening to the right signals.
I hear the wind, so I know when it shifts, but I still watch its path. If the breeze keeps true, I let the other step closer; if it turns cold, I keep my paws on the trail.
Sounds like you’ve built a whole weather system out of intuition; just don’t forget that even the smoothest forecast can be wrong.
Sometimes I think the wind is my weather map, but even maps can get wrong if you’re not watching. I just keep my ears open.