Hushed Willows We are never belated

Even through the light-powdering of a snowcast day, Phoenix knew the willows the second he saw them. He had been looking for them, stirred by the nostalgia of his childhood tales into seeing one of the places his father had spoken of in great detail. The Maplewood, his own namesake, had been claimed, but the place his sister had been named for (and a place he had expected to house a wolf named Stark and his kin) was unoccupied.

He could see why his father had chosen this hidden sanctuary, housed by a mountain-face and guarded on nearly all sides by inhospitable terrain. Here was a veritable treasure trove of potential and privacy— a place that left him with emotions similar to that of the wolf before him, who had come first and felt these things for this land years prior. Without realizing that he was hungering to claim it, the wolf stalked about the willows loosely with his fairytales whirring brightly in mind. Distracted and enthused, Phoenix hunted for the former Keep's safe-house; once called The Crook.

Set during the RBF relocation; mainly for Constantine, but other RBF wolves are very welcome!