Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Rodyn was not much for singing. He liked the songs, and he liked things that made music. However, that was not the same as singing. He wasn't even positive he could sing other than to give his howl to those who wanted and needed it, to support those that had a calling for it.

He smiled. She'd probably appreciate it. Even as a puppy she was singing constantly. She likes to sing when she works as well.

The words of autumn brought into sharp focus his longing for his parents. He missed them so much. However, it was not the way of his clan to go back, if you were male. So alas, he would never see them again. Not ever. Unless they visiting him in his dreams or when they were dying. He had heard tell of that happening, but had never had it happen to him before.

No, it took me almost a half a year to get here. And I would have kept going had I not met Moonwoman and her family.

You're welcome. Welcome Back