Kintla Flatlands forever in shadows

With three kids, I'm not surprised! :) Btw, I love love love how you play Sun Spark. He is so grandfatherly and cute. I like how he talks, heehee.

He laughed, a little embarrassed, at the old man's gentle reproof for his language. He suddenly knew where Blue Willow had gotten her distaste for profanity. He waved his tail and shook his head in response, "Nah, I try not to talk like that around ladies. Especially not your little tree. She doesn't like that much." Knowing without a doubt that this wolf was no danger to him, Atticus drew nearer to Sun Spark and sat down. He still couldn't believe he was looking at the wolf that Blue Willow had spoken so highly of for so long. It was almost too good to be true.

Suddenly, he realized what it was. The black sun. Maybe it wasn't a harbinger of bad luck or evil at all. Perhaps it was a good omen.

Sun Spark asked him for his name, and of course wanted to know how Atticus knew his daughter. The younger male dipped his head to the elder in respect, and answered, "My name is Atticus DiSarinno. I'm the Beta of the pack at that plateau," he gestured over his shoulder at the dusky silhouette of Blacktail Deer Plateau towering over the trees of the flatlands. "Blue Willow is our Alpha female, and my good friend." He didn't mention that he was developing a deeper affection for her than that of a mere friend, for he didn't think that'd be appropriate at all right now. "Sir, how'd you know where to look for her? We talk a lot, and she made it sound like you were far away."