Jade Fern Grove how are you so basic?

>:)

Winner winner. Fellway yipped happily, whirling around and setting course for Witch's Marsh. A blind wolf hearing descriptions of the pair's behaviour would have figured Pasha for the adult. "Not far," the stranger promised, turning his back on the sceptical youth. There was a broad, dark ridge running from the base of his tail to the fluff of his ruff, disappearing beneath the bush of long hairs. He had decided on the closest of peculiar things he had stumbled across in the area, even if it ranked a little lower on the International Strange Scale - they could do some man-bonding, chat shit, good times, party on. Fellway still couldn't explain why he was so drawn to Jade Fern Grove, but he didn't think much about it, either.