September 12, 2016, 10:25 AM
Maybe anyone who knows something about Donnelaith? But really, anyone at all.
He departed from the borders more bemused than anything, but the further he travelled from the encounter, the more real it became. She'd stood right in front of him, Doe in the flesh. She had a name now, a husband - he hadn't failed her after all. They'd lost each other, but in turn found something far better than two loners in a swamp.He wanted to shout it to the heavens; and why shouldn't he? She was alive, and he was free.
With a resounding howl, he hurried his plodding steps into a tireless dash, searching out one of his packmates - anyone - with which to share this moment of freedom, of joy. And, perhaps one he might ask a question about this Donnelaith she'd spoken of.