Hideaway Strath where secrets lie in the border fires

Heedless of those who might consider him a stranger, Dagfinn barreled into the midst of his sister's pack. He'd caught their scent while wandering the day before, but had been unable to catch up until now.

"Rakeet!" he bellowed, panting lustily as he skidded to at Lotte's side. He stood long enough to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek before collapsing beside her, unable to stand any longer. The steady beat of his tail against the ground belied his true state of health - the dark youth was merely winded, and not in danger of expiring any time soon.