Heron Lake Plateau shouldn't you both be in bed.

these things came in stages. playing the part of member was only one role of many; the shadow knew that it was time to move on. it had been some time since he'd seen the wolves of the hollow. after meeting the foreign girl in the mountains, he continued westward, eventually landing somewhere new.

there was a stranger off in the distance. the shadow, being the man that he was, thought to approach and introduce himself.

who shall i be?

hello, friend, he called once close enough to be heard. a mock limp had befallen his hind leg, though the enthusiastic wag of his tail countered it. am i intruding? his voice was soft, welcoming; this version would be different from the last.