Broken Antler Fen Don't return to me my love

His name is as beautiful as his figure. 
For a moment Memory is speeches, captivated by him. 
He steps closer, smiling. "Beautiful name. Wish mine was that fancy." He chuckled. Something large and heavy splashed in the water a short distance away and he looked up, alert. 
"I am. We're just over there in the Woods. But....it's not a space for the average wolf. Lots of fighting and power stuggles and killing for hire. I'm heading north next full moon though- if you want to join me?"