Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

she didn't seem very friendly, but then, did she have to be? cam didn't know her; she didn't know him. not everyone in the world was as kind and welcoming as elysium, as ibis and okeanos, as lily. . . he'd learned that, at least, these past few moons. it still shook him every time.

rusalka? he echoed, and then shook his head slowly. sorry. he'd never heard that name before in his life. he didn't really know all that many packs, anyway, but that one was surely not on his radar. but was elysium on hers?

i'm looking for the wolves of elysium, cam mirrored her words, tail tucked low, submissive. she had no good reason to give him any information, but perhaps if he could humble himself, come off the harmless boy he really was, she would help him. they lived in the willows, but they're gone.

if she was here, wouldn't she know them? she had to know them. everyone around here should know them. at least, that was his logic on the matter.