Phantom Hollow i'll see you soon under yellow moons

Banner's snicker bounced back to them, but the cream wolf much more comfortable with the stillness of the woods than she was last time. She was with a friend, now, and stillness had been what she seeked out for the night. Menta nodded when the other female spoke of it being a beautiful night; it was, indeed, and clear enough for both of them to be amused looking up at the sky together.

You smell like a pack, the cream now spoke optimistically, of that intriguing scent next to her. Like family? The question lingered there, did you find them? Menta was almost sure; with Banner sitting next to her, it took no effort to catch the mix of wolves on her coat - the strongest of which smelled so similar to her friend.