Blacktail Deer Plateau There's a humming in the restless summer air.

Grezig had to admit, the constant sound of the burbling stream was rather soothing. And she loved the way the trees broke out into a large, beautiful field with a view for miles around. She had thought that nothing would beat the beauty of the Vale, but the longer she stayed here, at the Plateau, the more she loved it. Which was strange. Grezig was not a sentimental wolf. Perhaps the other more emotional pack members were getting to her. Eugh. Well… she supposed there was no harm in admitting that something was pretty to look at. Elixir would be proud of she thought, as she remembered the day that the wolfdog had tried to get her to see the beauty in things.

She heard the low howl and heeded it immediately, turning her paws in the direction of Kavik. She wondered what he would have to say to her today. Their conversations were usually quite straightforward. Perhaps he was giving her some job to do—patrolling or something (not that she didn’t already do that)? She made her way deeper into the forest and found him sitting calmly there. “Morning,” she called out shortly, and then closed the distance between them, sitting down.