Jade Fern Grove a thin reminder of the past now

Exit post from me!

Morgana did not pursue, nor did Pasha - Fellway was secretly disappointed. He would have liked the opportunity to play with someone whose ass had not yet accepted the stick. The brain of a pack wolf rarely strayed beyond the need to defend and protect, and it made for particularly dull encounters.

The male wolf shot a look over his shoulder at Pasha, who seemed to be keeping his distance from the dark wolf next to him. A newcomer, perhaps? Or a despised aunt? Fellway wouldn't be sticking around to find out, but he noted that a revisit might be on the cards at a later date. There was something oddly familiar about the scent that wafted from the Grove, though he couldn't quite put his paw on it.

Moments later, Fellway was gone, heading south once more.