Honeyed Pasture inferno

Doe's ears flickered as she listened to the woman's question. The description matched her brother almost perfectly, though Buck had not been so very grizzled when they'd parted ways. Doe tamped that excitement down, telling herself that it probably wasn't anyone she would know.

"There are many wolves matching that description," she reminded the shewolf, but her eyes were far away as she searched her memories. It couldn't be Grayday or Rannoch, and those were the greyest males she knew. "Perhaps you mean Tetsubō​," she ventured, hesitant in naming the quiet, unobtrusive presence that sometimes found itself in her territory. "But I have not seen him for many moons, now. Perhaps Skellige or Sy would know more..."

Still thinking hard about every wolf she'd ever laid eyes on, Doe lapsed into contemplative silence.