Kintla Flatlands coax me out my low

With his tail hanging limply behind him like a broken flag of surrender, and his olive eyes being clouded by a drape of watery crystal tears, Finn was not half the man he woke up as.
 That however, did not seem to be a problem for the bouncy mountain wolf, who in spite of the stench of sadness that reeked off his body and the worn out look of his coat, still managed to recognize him as if their paths had last crossed no longer than the day before.

It took a little longer for Finn to connect the dots and place a name to her smiling face. In the lieu of the situation there was only one name engraved to his mind at the moment, the name of one who already rested in a grave. So with his glistening eyes blinking at her without signs of recognition, the Ollivander took to his other senses. The fact that she was a Sunspire wolf came quick to him, and eventually as he continued to flare his nostrils in her direction so did the distant memories of an encounter.

"Oh, Vienna" he finally mustered, his voice gruff, yet his face roughly collected -- struggling not to let the grief spill from his eyes. "What have you been up to?" he barked rather quickly after his greeting, fearing that the lingering silence would leave room for his faccade to break.