Noctisardor Bypass There is no such thing as happy endings

Rowyn didn't know what was happening anymore. He stuck to himself other than the two girls. He built the borders from scratch. He let water on them. He scraped them and toed them and did everything he could to make sure everyone knew at least someone was living here. Even if the girls scent's got cold for a time. They were always searching, searching.

Rowyn had lost everyone and as such he did not search. Would not search. His one mother had gone missing, his other had left them voluntarily. They were sort of crappy moms. And he was bone tired. He had seen the worst of wolfdom and he had no time for it.

So he walked and he built borders and he let his mind wander.

When Winter’s Wake happened upon the one-wolf border that day, he found himself amused. There was a brave one that lived here, a creature that knew what they wanted, supporters be damned. It was either that or a wolf who was very delusional. He intended to find out which.

Inquisitively traveling the length of the paltry boundary, the winterwolf followed the freshest markings until he saw ahead who was making them.

A boy.

How curious. Ave, socius! Wake called out the young guardian, hanging back in case the wolf was unfriendly, psychotic, or worse... useless.