Redsand Canyon for the promise to come back

Wylla, she returned, with no suitable title to offer in return. My mate is Mahler. You’ll recognize him by the lilac eyes. Not many wolves boasted the same. Even Phaedra had only a hint of the colour, blended into yellow to create a hue uniquely her own.

She dipped her muzzle respectfully, a silent farewell, and turned away to make the short journey back to the hollow. Kallik said he was a guardian, and he was an excellent one if she did say so herself. She had no doubt Mahler would meet this one when he came by, if he agreed to do so.