Deepwood Weald That shine for me

She had moved beyond the mountain and it's glen this evening, the color of an autumn sun set providing a beautiful backdrop for a song that clashed horribly with the setting. It was a desperate kind of call, sung by a voice that she vaguely recognized, which of course beckoned her from her exploratory path. Moving with purpose now, Keres slipped into the Weald in search of the Alpha male, curious about who it was he searched for, and why there was such a distraught tone lacing his calls.

Mal? She asked gently, ears pitching forward as she announced herself and her approach. Everything alright? Obviously not, but she did not have the rapport she had with other wolves just yet, and so played it safe for the moment.