Emberwood branch-waving

The stutter persisted long after initial fright should have waned. Wake wondered at this, unaware that his interrogative nature had put off the wolf further from regaining composure, if there was composure to be had. I will speak to them, he affirmed, quieter though no less sure. One last time, he looked, pinpointing a stormdark wolf of particular note among those congregated below.

The shier had retreated more, and the snowmelt followed at an angle, also exiting the treeline but coming no closer, lest he further rattle him. Sunblue eyes alighted him again, and he was somewhat warmed by his look and the words that followed.

I have seen many beautiful things in this valley. Wake’s gaze lingered, glittery as an algae pond. Quite a few I would be glad to claim. But, of course, there was the matter of others. Potential allies and enemies alike. Do you know much of this valley and its wolves?