Blacktail Deer Plateau Some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing

Grayday was on the borders that day, checking on the comings and goings of his wolves. Moonstone had been gone for a while, and Mirabelle even longer than that. It was concerning, but there wasn't much Grayday could do about it - he had other worries on his mind, and stranger men calling on his borders.

He was cautious as he approached the strange male, only to relax a bit as he saw that it was Twill, that guy he'd met in the woods.

"What brings you back out here?" he asked curiously, tail wagging in friendly greeting. He'd thought that the search party had cleared out a few weeks before.