Hushed Willows The Wolf of Earthy Soil

Thank you for your patience.

Cloaked within the trees Kyrell walked confidently. A voice weaved through the conifers beckoning for his attention. His ears cupped in the direction of the sound and his nostrils flared. Fluidly navigating his way through the wood, Tuft soon materialized within his sights. Emerald eyes fixed onto to other male, Kyrell slowed his approach.

Morning, Tuft. He called to the black and white wolf, stepping closer with a shake of his fur and wave of his tail. A polite smile to his face. You want to help out, huh? Well, how about you tell me what you want to help with?