Emberflame Ridge YouTube is basically a time machine

We can fade this within the next few posts, if you two are ready?

Loyalty was sworn, and so the yearling stayed true to her words. She would permit the white wolf into her tribe, though something about her following words stuck out as strange. A "fate bond" was something she was unfamiliar with, but if the name was strongly related to the meaning, then she could perhaps figure it out. Still, it was a wonder why the other seemed disinterested in discussing it upon the ridge. No matter, Asterr refrained from questioning it, certain she would receive no answers based upon the woman's wording. Instead, she gave a nod and then looked to Jolon with a faint smile, silently reassuring him. "It is fine, Jolon. Your presence is never unwelcome."

Once Ezimette had stood and began walking, the yearling was quick to follow. After the woman's previous episode, she didn't want to risk her falling over again and injuring herself further. Jolon, too, seemed concerned over the girl's wobbling, for he'd followed after her as well. When he began coughing, a look of concern took over her features. "Are you alright?" Asterr asked, throwing a glance to the pale wolf to see if she might stop as well, before looking back to the dark male. She urged him to cease his movements, hoping it might give him a better opportunity to catch his breath.