Lake Rodney Out of the blue

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FitzDutiful was having a blast from the past today. With the developments between him and Zaria (however they actually wound up going) he felt like it was a good opportunity to reflect on all the roads that lead him here. He had started his day looking over at the plateau, before wandering back towards Redhawk Caldera.

Mindful of the fact that the Calderians weren't fond of visitors on their borders he kept a good distance away. He had no intentions of seeing any of them - he wasn't really in the mood for conversation and niceties that came with the length of the time that had passed - so he went around the side of Lake Rodney far away from them.

On his way he noticed a black wolf, having a drink and paid them no mind. The Teekon Wilds seemed full to the brim with lone wolves, with packs starting up left, right and centre. At one point he actively sought them out to recruit, but now the Mountain were blossoming nicely, just in time for the autumn that would pave the way to winter.

There was something familiar about that wolf though and FitzDutiful watched as the midnight male padded away and sat back. He had met this wolf in question, though the boy had been so very young and a lot smaller when FitzDutiful had left. If FitzDutiful had a way to know thing, he would know that this male was resembling a female he had known from his past - his father's mate, Melody - but FitzDutiful didn't know that one of her offspring, his sibling, was the one he was talking to. Still, the resemblance struck a chord with him and FitzDutiful approached cautiously.

"Hey," he said, wary, "I know you, right?"