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

Atshen and Astrid were forgotten for a moment, his tail swinging excitedly behind him as he greeted a living, true-blooded Melonii. It had been a few moons since he had seen anothe pair of dark blue eyes on raven fur, outside of his own reflection. They are not, He rumbles. He only had one child, but the pale monster had long since disappeared. In his mind, he is dead. I shall explain everything later, He promises, before turning to the bewildered Apaata children. This is Malcanthet Melonii; my nephew,. His eyes turn back to Malcanthet, This is Astrid and Atshen Apaata, He gestures to each as he names them, then takes a metaphorical step back to let the younger wolves speak to each other.