Fox's Glade stags

Timelines what are those. I am going to say this takes place before Skwol travels south and be thankful that we play in liquid time here haha.

Skwol's head lifted from the depression in the snow where he had lain in the timberline flanking the glade. His ears cupped forward and swivelled, honing in on and collecting the long summons that carried his name. He could hear his heartbeat too — a rapid thump in his ears as his mind churned trying to imagine who might be calling him. The white wolf's brows sloped over his eyes and his mouth pulled taut. He did not recognize the howl and he was too far away yet to scent the caller.

Skwol got to his feet and howled back.

"I'm here. I'm coming."

He was surprised when he finally ascertained who it was that called for him. Triva. Curiosity and interest characterized his relaxed expression but inwardly the most dominant feeling was disappointment. Despite not recognizing the howl he had still hoped it was one of his kin.

"Triva?" Skwol asked for explanation as he approached. His tail swayed amiably.