Broken Antler Fen I thought of you when I heard that song

Pyr and Roz, the wolfdog repeated with a slippery smile. His too-clever eyes danced over the young boy once more before he nodded his head swiftly and dipped his torso into a playful bow of sorts. I rather like the sound of that.

Curiouser still, young Roswell was fast in his attempt to remove the stigma behind wolves of Pyramus’ blood. The wolfdog’s smile spread like wildfire across his features, but he did nothing to diminish what the younger figure had said. It was not until Roz had offered to call the leaders of his group that Pyramus felt a lurch in his stomach.

Yes, very well. I would be honored to meet them.

The wolfdog’s mind traveled to Thisbe for a burning moment, worrying for her on her own. The insatiable desire to meet the leaders of a wolf pack washed over it as Pyramus looked to the fen for the two who might approach. The wolf Eljay would surely be proud of his son for watching their borders so carefully and with such kindness.