Silverlight Terrace Seppen

There he was!

Shiranui barked out a greeting, tail waving with familiarity. The preacher had not changed at all in the time they were apart. He even spoke the same. The white wolf trotted toward him with an eager pep to his step. He approached and sniffed at the man’s dark coat with interest. First at his shoulder, then touched to his chest, and lastly resting with his eyes on the preacher’s face.

Shiranui wondered where he had been and who he had found while they had been touring different paths.