Jade Fern Grove a thin reminder of the past now

Oof. No sooner had the stranger introduced himself as "Fellway, your highness!" than a second wolf appeared. Fellway rose from his exaggerated bow and sighed, brows forming a knotted 'V' over his eyes. He doubted that this was the mother; she was tense but not aggressive as he would have expected from a woman finding her child son in conversation with some random border-skulking cretin. "Didn't know an alpha needed a sitter," he teased slyly before addressing the new arrival with a shrug and a gesture that suggested he was moving on, shoulders turning from the Grove pair. "Passing through. I was just leaving. M'am," he tacked on with a wag of his tail. She didn't look very m'am. Morgana was thick-set and dark, with wispy fur and peculiar markings around a pair of eyes that was glaring daggers into the visitor.