Phoenix Maplewood talent is something you make bloom

@Brave sorry for delay here!

Along the stream's pebbled edge, Artyom wandered. He watched the current quietly, a gilded ear trained in its direction as he sought peace from the sound of gently running water.

Aphrodite's plight continued to plague his thoughts. Her return had been a welcome one, and he was glad to have her safe once more within their woods, but what justice would come? What could he do about the beast on the coast who dared to violate her? The wolves of the stream were not warriors and, though anger flared within him for his friend's attacker, he did not think pursuing him would help her heal.

Artyom was not one who went looking for bloodshed, nor did he expect his pack-mates to do likewise. He wasn't sure what kind of leader that made him, or what his comrades would think of his simple want for a peaceful life.
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Rustling foliage brought the golden Alpha from his troubled thoughts. He lifted his gaze to fiand the dark figure of a yearling male step through the trees, and he took a moment to watch with ccuriosity. Should the stranger look his way, his automatic response would be to offer a friendly sway of his tail.