Blackfeather Woods Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!

There was a familiar howl that started him. He snorted in amusement as he recognized the vocals, his body instantly raising to find the source. Malcanthet. The son of his littermate Megara, whom he had trained in battle for the brief time he had with the boy before his courtesan training began. He had been close to him, as many Meloniis were to their relatives, and had been sad to leave him. He felt excitement as he grew closer, another, happy reminder of home now lingering at his doorstep.

He smiled as he saw the lithe male standing at the border. It was a pleasant surprise, the boy's appearance. His tail wagged in greeting as he stepped forward towards the boy, brushing past Atshen and Astrid. He wondered what their thoughts of him were, and what Malcanthet wanted with the Wilds in the first place, Tresy hen ñuha mandia, He greeted him, moving forward to brush noses with the younger man. What are you doing here?