Jade Fern Grove a thin reminder of the past now

yup, it's at the borders. :D *hammers this out before errands*

Pasha had no more relieved himself in full at the base of the tall tree when a voice came booming out from his surroundings. Well, okay, it wasn't exactly booming by any means, but it seemed loud to him. Maybe it was just that initial call for his attention. Either way, it was enough to give him a start from the imaginative reverie he had placed himself in, and for a moment he almost threw every aspiration he held out the window to bolt away for the safety of the grove therein.

But instead, he found himself whirling around to face the source, and found someone who didn't strike him as all too dissimilar to his mother. Only this wasn't Bazi, this guy was, well, a guy. Pasha stole a scant couple of moments to compose himself, at least in some way that he felt his mother or father would have. It was comical, at best.

"Yeah, I am!" he said back, and proudly. "Who are you?" He didn't smell anything like the rest of them, in fact, he really didn't smell like anyone in particular at all. There was a certain muddied composition about his air, though in the rain it was hard to tell anything. This had to make him one of those wolves his father had told him about — so now Pasha moved to figure out whether or not he was friendly.