Sequoia Coast Get over your hill and see what you find on the other side

Amber eyes looked up at Thuringwethil from his bow, grin still on his face. She was still as stoic as when she first walked up. He wiggled his rump a few times, gray tail waving, trying to elicit a smile...or something.

Feeling slightly defeated, he righted himself again and cleared his throat, grin fading from his lips. The rump wiggle usually worked!

"Thuringwethil..." He spoke her name again. "Tell me of your pack?" He asked. "I must admit, I am looking for a community, a place to belong again..." All humor faded from his masculine features. His gaze turned inward to his memories, memories of his petite young mate and their son, both now deceased. He had done everything in his power to save his family and his pack...but it hadn't been enough.