Hideaway Strath let us be gone

Hmmm I don’t know what’s going on but I’m excited to find out! ٩( ᐛ )و

His name has been indirectly called through a howl once more. He’s does nothing else but answer it obediently, like he usually does. His paws falling heavily into the snow as he trudges through it.

When he arrives he sees three: Nyra, Whrist, and a stranger. So many visitors to their borders lately it almost makes his squint his eyes in suspicion. He’s about to stop being so nice, yet he holds his tongue.

“Hello.” He greets to them all casually. Absentmindedly stopping to shake the sheet of snow off of his thick pelt. “What’s going on here?” Is his next inquiry. He desires to know who this wolf is and why they’re here.