The Heartwood Chaos and the calm.

Terance's kind words helped to ease his concern, but his anxiety promptly returned with his whirlwind thoughts. The raven youth sucked in and held a breath then, as wide tangerine eyes gazed through the trees for any sign of another's approach. Arry half expected them to come at him from all different directions, multiplying the fear that likely radiated from his every pore.

Time ticked by in uncomfortable silence and he reminded himself of his newest comrade's promise. You'll like them, the raven-pelted yearling claimed, but this was not Arrakis' main worry. What if they didn't like him?

From between the woods, a two-toned figure loped in their direction. Arry's ears pricked forward and he lifted his head to observe the other male's approach, before he ducked his head respectfully and pressed his lobes back as he caught sight of an ashen wolfess who followed. His tail hung limp at his hocks and he smiled rather sheepishly up as the bi-coloured newcomer addressed Terance, then turned his vivid eyes on him.

"My name is Arrakis," he said softly, blinking up to flit his gaze between the curious pair before blinking up at his swarthy companion, "Terance invited me to meet you. We met in the forest and hunted the boar together"