Wapun Meadow stars, they come and go

It was good to hear the siblings had such an amiable relationship that their packs could settle so close to each other. They could be allies, banded together against whatever enemies popped up in the valley, or elsewhere.

"Perhaps I'll drop by soon," Phocion said to Valette, smiling. "Fox glade. I'll remember that."

He sat quietly for a moment, icy gaze returning to the stars. The asteria surely had brought him here, to be so close to a group of wolves he had once called packmates--or some of them, at least. He was curious to see the old and new faces at Easthollow.