Bearclaw Valley give back a hungrier stare

The call that was carried on the air was shocking for two reasons. Tadec knew it, and it was familiar and warm in the space of his chest. It was a call of summons for leadership, but from a wolf that was not native to their quiet little valley. Though Indra was close to giving birth, the dark crow felt it was important that he seek out the red-coated witch that had come knocking on their door. Surely, the pallid leader over their valley was busy with his own agenda. The moonlighter set out to the mouth of the swale.
 
Once his glimmering lantern eyes latched to the familiar figure, Tadec released all restraint on his limbs and began to sprint quickly toward her. “Mona! It is Tadec. You remember Tadec?” he yapped to her. His narrow muzzle was crinkled in a jovial smile that spoke vividly of how fond he was of the Mayfair child and her glittering green gaze. The tip of his tail seemed to come to life with flame and it danced and twitched about, seemingly with a mind of its own but no less excited.