The Sunspire Listening is an Art [IC Joining]

Jace was also thinking, but he was not thinking of the trees, and the birds and the breeze. No he was thinking of the choices that he made, and the choices that Ferdie made and he was so confused. He did not mistrust Ferdie on the contrary he trusted the man with his life, what he was upset with was the man's single minded obsession with finding a mate and bearing children. It was instinctual he knew, but to rush it and to have well basically a harem of females to choose from, did not sit well with the dark angel boy.

Jace began to descend down the mountain, just walking touching up the borders and watching always watching for any and all enemies. As he headed downwards the trees gave him a cooling cover and the ground sloped gently into more lose soil and he sighed as his paws touched grass.

He lifted head and ears twitched forwards as he heard the howl coming over the mountain air. Tilting his head he canted that way and began to follow the sound as it tapered off into nothing, but windsong and birdsong. He came across a femme just sitting quietly waiting, a welcome change from those crossing into the pack lands. He chuffed at her quietly hoping not to startle her and then stood tall and formidable as he waited to see what she wanted.