Felltree Marsh Entry No. 1

This seems like a good place to close out the thread! I'll be sure to pledge Kyrell for the upcoming packtivity.

Kyrell couldn't restrain himself from barking out a light hearted laugh. Emerald gaze falling upon Reverie. He thought the term was an apt descriptor for himself. Just one of the many, many words to call a wanderer. Usually a vagabond is also without a home if you ever get quizzed on your vocabulary.

Reverie moved to leave and he followed after a brisk shake. Some drier patches flaked off as the rest clung stubbornly to his limbs. Perhaps the walk would be enough to loosen up the rest. Make him look a touch less like a wild pig—or chicken—when entering his new friend's home. He moved to follow at her side, nodding to her as she led the way. A smile on his face as he looked to the distant willows. He was looking forward to seeing them.