Ocean's Breath Plateau that ache in your shoulders

pleasure to meet you, laroche, govinda said warmly. a lot of wolves come here without a plan--you're certainly not alone. which way are you traveling? he asked, tilting his head slightly to the right. his eyes drifted slightly to the horizon, the dividing line between the sea and the sky. if you're headed west, i'd be happy to travel with you for a little while. my home lies that way.

my home. it was the first time he'd really considered the grove as such. then again, what other place had that claim? once, he had thought that the plateau might take that spot in his heart. with izel's departure, though, it no longer occupied that status. the palm trees were home--and, with time, it would be home for others, too.

he hoped.