Jade Fern Grove well hello

There was no method to his wandering – except, perhaps, to clear his head a bit. One ear would flicker in the direction of the angry exclamation, and with piqued intrigue, the Alpha strode over to where he watched Haven scrabbling at a rabbit’s hole, the amusement in his eyes not quite reaching his mouth.
 
It could have been said the male was thinning. He hadn’t eaten much since the accident with Swift, and he found himself lethargic. Attempting to pull himself from his mental state, the cinnamon wolf ushered a low bark to signal his presence before loping casually toward the Grove’s newest member. “Haven,” he greeted, watching her sit down in what appeared to be quiet defeat. “How are you?”