Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Somewhere in the distance, Ashlar heard the resounding sound of a howl, one with multiple voices. Sudden hope lifted him as he listened, but in the voices he picked out he didn’t hear the one he was looking for. Nor did he hear anyone familiar to him at all, so far from the Rise.

He still lifted his head and joined in regardless, his voice lifting musically over the wind. The bard sustained this for a moment and then turned to continue his path, pursuing the hope of finding any trace of his best friend.

She would likely think him weak for abandoning their children to the care of the pack and following her. Yet he had never let that stop him from doing the things he needed to do before.