Haunted Wood It doesn't matter why we're known

His patrol wasn't solitary for long, but the wolf who interrupted his solitude was one of the few whose presence he didn't mind. He gave a stiff nod in response to her greeting. Nyx, how are you? Midar asked, continuing his pace along the borders. He stopped briefly to mark a bush and then continued walking once more, waiting for her answer as he moved. This move had been stressful for him, so he assumed it had been more so for the mother.