Wild Berry Meadow Despite

Wraen noticed his arrival and looked his way, relief in her soft eyes. He lifted his brow, surprised. Talion couldn't say he'd ever met a girl who looked glad to see him. Uncertain, he glanced away and down at the snow beneath his feet, then up at the other she-wolf who seemed to have gone into hiding... awkwardly.

Gingerly, the raven-tipped yearling stepped up alongside his ashen pack-mate, and arched his neck sideways to eye the first wolf in the world with an even more timid nature than him. It both amused him and made him feel sorry for the stranger all the same. Unsure how to help, Talion whined softly and made to exchange a concerned glance with Wraen, who took take charge of the situation. He inhaled deeply, trying his best to believe that her confidence might be infectious.