Fox's Glade some tides don't turn, some things never come back

Dawn brought new perspective—or, in the very least, a fresh set of eyes in which to trace the lies that had been sown in the past. Perhaps the most upsetting outcome of it was that nothing surprised him anymore—and thus, it was set to the back of his mind, pushed down to the recesses of thoughts one simply Did Not Examine.

Constantine would have been proud, no doubt.

His howl for @Eivor had traced the sky when the stars had just begun to lay themselves to rest. He waited—ebony fur stark against the white snow that fell now—pale champagne gaze striking to the direction where Kvarsheim lay.

The silver lining in this was the pale she-wolf who had promised to meet him—fierce in her own nature. A promising comrade—and the blossoming of an alliance once more between the two packs.