Blacktail Deer Plateau From Under the Floorboards

Raleska barely had time to read the room. Her legs were carrying her to Svalinn of their own accord, their ambition only outpaced by the gilded wolf’s own. Tunerk was somewhere behind her, but all Raleska could think about was Svalinn; he was here, alive, thank god alive —

They met in a flurry of tail wags and whimpers, Raleska’s affection and anxiety and joy unbridled as she preened through his fur, brushed against him, never wanting to step back and see how much he’d changed, how dark and somber his eyes seemed, how scarred his legs.. but their moment of fond reunion must come to an end, and Raleska pushed from Svalinn and measured his harried appearance with a note of sorrow. What happened to you?