Whitebark Stream When the World Is Calling You

A dip of the stranger's crown was given, and Artyom offered one of his own. He'd never been one to assert himself and he held no real desire to, not in the company of wolves who would respect him without demand. Ira provided a name to pair with her face and, with a warm smile, Artyom repeated the syllables: "Ira.

A simple name, and he found he liked the sound if it as it rolled with ease from his tongue. She asked after Dawn and recognition sprung to his pale features. "Ah, yes," he wagged his tail, "that rumour would be correct. She is -" A call from behind him interrupted and, shifting to look over his shoulder, Artyom's gaze found the sterling features of his mate.

She bumped against him, but the hunter made no move to return the gesture. Although he did not oppose physical affection, he did not wish to make their visitor feel uncomfortable. So he fell quiet, content to remain in the background while the she-wolves reunited.