Lost Creek Hollow lunita

He's about to go inactive so have a sandy.

Sandy had been staying in the outskirts. He was not a social wolf by nature as it were anyway. Today though he felt like perhaps he wanted to at least speak to someone. He was not apart from the going on's he had a front row seat to all, without being involved and he was actually pleased not to be involved, because drama was not his friend. 

New faces, new puppies, new changes. He wasn't sure to make of much of it. He traveled the river, yellow eyes taking in the subtle changes that Spring had wrought, when he came across Silvertongue. He chuffed gently and approached from the side, but she could see him. He wasn't certain of her mood lately and didn't want to overstep a bound.