Razorback Ridge Could this be home?

I’m sorry, Ryder! I didn’t get a notification for this, for some reason. ;w; My apologies, but I’m very happy to thread with you.

There was a summoning call at the edge of their home. The Arche had been patrolling, anyway. With a small adjustment in his path, Arsenio was closing the space between himself and the stranger.

Drawing near to the wolf, he offered a toothy smile and wave of his tail. The glacial blue of his eyes was sharp on the young man. A scar marred his otherwise youthful face. If he did not smell of the wilds, Arsenio might have thought the stranger to be a soldier of Mereo. Germanicus’ military force was not carried on the visitor’s pelt, though.

Greetings, stranger, the redstone wolf said. What brings you to Epoch?