Wapun Meadow silver light

Just as he had so many years ago, she left her hone willingly. Though the reasons were different their quests were, at least at one point in his own journey, the same: to find where they were meant to be. The quest to find stability was something he could appreciate—though, if she had set out on her own, just as he had, then perhaps the friend he believed she had was anything but. Well, in that case...

“If you’re searching for a home, I have a pack just a short distance from here,” he offered. “The forest can be a bit intimidating but there are only kind souls within our ranks. I believe you might fare well there.” It was time for blood beyond his own and the Melonii line to join the woods, to ensure its strength. Besides, the children were aging and in need of being introduced to mentalities that were neither born into nor altered by Blackfeather’s pull.

It was time for them to evolve.

The shift in the wind interrupted his thinking and he turned his head in the direction of the other, ears erect. “You are no longer hidden,” he noted, then cast a glance towards Shisu. “Do you have anyone travelling with you? Anyone that might have tagged along?” If not, then who might be watching them?