Shadewood Evanescence

Bursting with a multitude of sounds and scents alike, the woods were that of a fascination to the young boy. Upon his arrival to the Wilds, he had ignored the majority, his intent focused on other matters. Yet now, as he trotted beneath the great, shadowed boughs, curiosity urged him onwards and he was determined to unveil the secrets of the forest.

He heard the young stranger long before his glands could pick up his scent; a sharply ecstatic noise piercing the natural hum of the forest. With an intrigued tilt of his agouti head, the boy swivelled around to face the dark figure as he careered towards him. "Greetings," he offered the wolf a friendly wave of his tassel as he approached, pausing his stride whilst his honeyed pools surveyed the anonymous canid before him. "I am young," he spoke, a hint of amusement showing through in his voice as he reclined onto his haunches, "I reside in a land not far from here, ruled under the watchful eye of Bu-Thor and Absinthe." The fake names of his Lord and Lady came out in more of a stutter; he was still getting used to the idea yet he doubted the other would mind. "How about you; what drew you to this land?" he queried, the ghost of a smile beginning to tug at the corners of his lips.