Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

The longer he lingered in this place the more the restlessness of his old life fell away. There were things he still wanted, of course, but all in all, he seemed to ffinally be at peace. 

He made his way through the willows, an ear flicking as he heard a voice telling a story, and wondered curiosly if the pack now had pups. 
However when he approached the small pile of rocks the storyteller was alone. 

He gave a small chuff in greeting, head cocked as usual to conceal his scars. 
"Interesting story. Wish that was always how it works."