Emberflame Ridge There was a time when I was alone.

He listened quietly, sterling ears thrust forward in eager wait for news of the earthen wolf's packmates. A soft breath of tentative relief passed the silverwhite's lips as his companion suggested that his comrades had survived. They'd splintered as Elysium had following one of nature's dark shifts which was not ideal, but was a far better fate than death.

"I hope you might one day regroup," he offered. Unaware of his family's original intentions to separate from the Whitebark pack, Sundance simply assumed that reuniting with them would be a primary goal. "My name is Sundance, by the way," the druid added with a smile.