Fox's Glade crystal rain

The song of the she-wolf was not one familiar to him—but he held an inkling of who might be calling for him. His reluctance to leave in the very moment when Cygnet was still healing was only overrode by political necessity, and so, the silver-caped man made quick pace to the neutral lands between the two packs, also taking advantage of this quick trip to look for any signs of disruption that may have occurred during his absence.

His eyes fell to the ivory female trailing the glade now—limned in the brisk light of a brewing storm. He crooned a greeting, eyes sweeping over her as he moved to close the distance between them—curious to what she wished to speak about if she had yet to return to the stones.