Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

imrathil had waited with breath held, holding onto the hope that cyclone might have either seen his friend, or have packmates besides her. and while she revealed she had neither of these things, imrathil was not left hopeless, for cyclone elaborated on her own intentions to form a pack. 

something buried under layers of tired synapses and foggy memories stirred — for a brief glimpse imrathil recalled a misty beach, and a grey wolf saying something very similar before it too, faded away. his brow creased but he remained curious, his gaze lifting hopefully. can i go with you? his tone was plaintive — almost baldly pathetic — but imrathil had always been a poor loner.