Jade Fern Grove home is wherever I'm with you · land claim

The last time he had tried to howl with his pack, a plant had slipped to the back of his throat and caused his melody to splutter into an embarrassing cacophony of gurgles and gargles. This was part of the reason he hesitated to join in. The other part was, like his mother, he had a terribly sour face about the whole thing and wanted nothing to do with it. But, his close proximity to his strong father, and the voices that rose around him, pulled at the heart of the wolf in his breast, and then Swift, too, sang.