King Elk Forest an unforgiving loneliness

As the last of the founding howl faded into the wind, silence spread through the forest. It was one welcomed as Calhoun trudged through the woods content with going back to daily life, though he was stopped as another howl sounded, this one close and a voice he recognized. Fréobearn. He hadn't seen his cousin since they first entered this land.

Crossing through the trees until they broke, the doe-like form appeared as Calhoun regarded her, Cousin, I see you have found your way. She never did make it to the mountain meetings. Perhaps she lost her siblings along the way. Whatever her reason be, it did not matter, and surely the Kings would be happy to have their sister back.