Emberwood Fight, little wolf, fight

The voice of Montagne's newest yearling caught his attention, and he was quick to turn his head and spot their little crow. It's nothing to worry about, mon ami. He responded with a smile, a trait he had taken from Tousaint.

What are you doing so far from the vale? On a scouting trip? He asked, his tail gesturing for the boy to join him as he walked. He had heard whispers of his mother sending out the Magnolia's.