Golden Glade Don't let them make the horse noise

He'd stayed out a little late this evening but then again, he'd also left a bit late too.  Things were going well, which was always nice, but they were quiet.  Okay, was he really complaining?  He liked the peace and quiet that finally was blessing him.  Aside from the usual minor worries that occasionally popped up in his mind, his main fret of the moment was wondering what happened to his daughters.  All three were now gone, but at least Vasa had gone out on a mission.  Kite had vanished without a trace, then Phoebe.  He hoped Vasa would have luck finding one or both of them, but he couldn't do much from here other than just that: hope.

In the early darkness, the rain was was the main background noise he heard as he wandered along the border.  He wasn't sure if he'd run into anyone out here, but at the very least he'd make sure everyone living in the pack was safe.  You know, the whole checking the borders for intruders thing, blah blah.  It was usually uneventful. And honestly, as long as he stayed beneath the reaches of the canopy, he might not end up even being too wet.  This place was a hell of a lot better than the plateau.