Rising Sun Valley supernatural

Day's ears quirked at her answer, his thoughts immediately racing toward the place of his birth, where Summer was just a story wolves told their pups. He trotting forward, on the edge of asking if she was from the same place, when he caught her scent once more and realized his mistake.

"You're a yearling," he stated, a bit surprised. He'd caught the scent earlier, of course, but it hadn't really registered with him until just then. Perhaps because he couldn't quite see the youth in her dark face - not from this distance. "Well, you're in for a treat. It's going to be a lush summer, since to that howling winter storm," he told her, the smile coming back into his voice. Hopefully, it wouldn't be quite as hot as last year. That'd been a bit more than he could handle.

"I'm Grayday," he added, "From over that way." His nose turned briefly in the direction he'd come, but he looked quickly back to the young stranger, hoping she would give a similar response.