Mudminnow River Warmer than a runaway spirit

Mawk gaped at the wolfdog in front of her, his tail beginning to wag at five hundred miles an hour, each rapid shake matching the thrum of his heart. The tears fell steadily now, rolling down his cheek with barely a few seconds before the next cascaded down and landed with a small ripple into the river beside them. "Oh... Onyx, I thought I was the only one left. I never stopped thinking about you..." Maybe it was true that they had not grown up next to each other but that did not stop him from grasping at memories, memories that had remained with him for many years. Memories of them playing together and rolling around in the woods at a young age. So innocent, so pure they had been - before their world was so dramatically changed, they were inseparable.

Then came the questions, and Mawk took a deep breath but wasted no time in explaining. "I... well... I have been a part of various packs but I have found my home in a place not far at all from here - Easthollow. I have a wife, and I'm a father. I have children. Oh Onyx, you have a niece and two nephews! You have to meet them!" The excitement was rushing though his body and the tingles in his paws displayed this well. His sister would not yet be able to meet Burr, for he was in Morningside while he healed, but Rowana and Cyron! They had an aunt, and the idea alone made his heart smile.