Emberwood For A King To Do His Part

Not Awol.

He had smelt her before she appeared, and appeared she did. A lady, dark and white muddled on her fur approached him, and with a swift movement he bowed his head to her in greeting. Between the time of him howling, to where he was now, snow had accumulated on his pelt, clumping together only to fall at the movement—he paid no mind to it.

The distance between them had spoken more to him that the words out of her mouth, along with the puffyness that nested on her spine. Though he had seen it, the man chose not to comment on it.

"Hello Easy, I am Greyback, Patriarch of Easthollow and mate to Valette. I have heard much of you—though I didn't expect to find you here. Im looking to speak with the woman in charge." he greeted before stating himself. Valette had told him many stories, a few of which included a wolf of Easy. No description was ever made, but judging by the name he had to guess it was her. Easy, to him, was not much of a common name.