What it takes to be finite - Part 3
"So, if anyone asks, you're my long, lost uncle from Downbrush." Miles hobbled along the broken path with his crutches, trying to choose the least troublesome route through the rubble. The further they moved towards the center, the more visible the destruction became. The bigger the building, the more seemed to be missing, with holes and indents strewn over them.
Infinite followed him, head full of all sorts of thoughts and this odd, uncomfortable feeling that made him uneasy. He had lost track as to why he was even following Miles and not just doing whatever he wanted to. Sure, he had given his word that he would stay and let Miles try whatever it was he was wanting to try, but nothing was truely stopping him from just cracking the wolfs skull and being on his merry way.
But he also realised, he had nowhere he could go to. There was nothing left of his past life, no one to care if he'd return.
"But you are a white wolf and I am a black Jackal." he plainly stated in an attempt to get h