Northstar Vale Bons Voeux

totally forgot about this!! so sorry

The boy had been out and about by the base of the mountain when Viskani's first howl sounded. When it did, he had made pace to scramble back to the vale. He was entering the packs borders when her second came, and he raced towards the sound, tongue lolled out to one side as he did. Sprinting with long strides, quick, nervous.

When he saw her, he slowed. Took a breath; readjusted himself. He grew closer, then. And he would speak: Sorry for being late, he breathed. I was—far. An apologetic blink, and a nod to the other magnolia. Hello, bracken.