Blacktail Deer Plateau A broken oath.

Not far off from where the woman lingered, Aningan was there searching; he was yet to share his findings with anyone, unconvinced that they were truly that, or merely a trick of the mind. Nevertheless, his self-appointed quest was cut short by the summoning of another, the voice unfamiliar but the volume exposing her close proximity. With a fleeting glance in the direction he was previously moving, the boy abandoned the path for one that would take him to meet the stranger, saving his search for another day.

The first to catch his attention upon arrival was the scent of brine, an obvious sign of the sea; he could do little more than stare as he discovered the wolf to whom the scent belonged, wondering if she held answers. He was stopped by the sight of Rosalyn, however, who he broke his stare long enough to glance at curiously, her words just barely reaching his ears. No matter, he shook his head and approached the pair, stopping when he was near to his packmate; he listened to their exchange, catching from the other that they were not unfamiliar with one another. His attention was then reacquired by the stranger when she asked about whether or not they had room there, to which he replied, “There’s always room for friends of members.” Immediately after, he looked to Rosalyn, silently wondering if his assumption was correct.