Moonsong Glacier cirsium occidentale

the call took him by surprise; the tone even more so. but it was the appearance of waxwing along the border that bowled him over most of all, and aditya accelerated his pace into a trot to meet the young man, pressing his muzzle to the other's forehead if allowed.

waxwing, he breathed, smiling gently. his eyelids parted and he pulled back, wondering at the sight of this handsome, grown wolf. i can't believe it. what brings you here?

nothing good, said his gut, and then he remembered the somber notes within the howl. immediately, he presumed the worst. tytonidae, perhaps? or even. . .

he clenched his teeth, willing it untrue. not bad news of ani; say it wasn't so—