Barrow Fields Golden Days

His tail wagged behind him in a frantic rhythm as he showered his adopted daughter in excited affection. He rooted around with his muzzle through her fur; just happy to have her near enough to touch -- to be tangible. Finally, the man found his voice. "It is," he spoke through a mouthful of fur. It was her. Desna, here in the flesh. 

Thankfully, their timing had met perfectly. If she had waited longer, she would have reached the grotto and Hiram would have been long gone. "I thought you were dead, Des... You and the rest of the Maplewolves. It broke my heart when I heard Sleeping Dragon took the Maplewood. But, when I found out that you relocated, I left the grotto to look for you Des! You and the rest of my children!" He smelled no familiar wolves on her, but in his excitement he thought nothing of it. In his mind, she would always be one of the maplewolves. "Can you take me to them? I don't know where you went after you left the maplewood."