The sound of the waves slowly lapping against the rock nearby was a comforting sound, as was the gentle grinding of Ghostfaces' beak in his sleep. Though he was alone without other wolves nearby, he wasn't truly alone with his avian friend resting on his back. So his body faded into rest, his breath matching that of the slow and quiet one of the harriers as the cold chill of Winter began to creep inwards. What the future held for Macgyver, he wasn't sure. But there was something calling inside of him, to look towards the future with confidence. ------ Check out the full DA post here: https://www.deviantart.com/celtic-barbarian/art/Not-Truly-Alone-937253159 - Both characters are mine!