Broken Antler Fen Phoenix Flies

A summons for Praimfaya was always enough to draw Dacio's attention, though he was particularly curious about this specific request. He'd heard much of Henwen from his young charge though was yet to cross paths with her, but he was familiar with the sound of her voice and her individual scent.

She had been absent for a time, and the ashen Klikalida approached with a dominant arch of his charcoal tail. A frown tugged the edges of his muzzle downward, quiet judgement in his pastel gaze as he looked the russet she-wolf over. Where had she gone? Why had she gone, and why did she come back?