Black Morass Mushroom and Fungi

Kevalin had wandered farther than usual today, he found himself drawn back towards the direction of The Saints. He almost missed the dark wolf in the swamp, having only caught a glimpse through a fallen tree. He watched her with curiosity. She almost seemed to be tiptoeing and he found himself giving a snort of laughter before immediately announcing his presence with a quick friendly bark, his tail waving easily.

He recognized the wolf as belonging to their ally pack but could not remember her name, there were so many other wolves present that day. Hello again, I'm Kevalin. He greeted, approaching slowly. His wide steps and massive paws balanced his weight evenly, but he was still cautious nonetheless.