Silverlight Terrace are you really gonna love me when i'm gone.

Summer was pleased to receive a response from the stranger that suggested he had a personality within him. It boded well for the conversation that he now was more willing to partake in. The black wolf moved a bit closer as a drop of rain splashed upon his muzzle near to his eye. He shook his head to send it away, his gaze finding the other's face as he settled.

"The Sunspire," the young wolf replied promptly when asked, "I was once a member of the pack that calls the territory home. My hope is they remain there, though it has been many months since I was last in this area." He fell quiet, hopeful that the stranger might offer some knowledge of his former pack.