Emberwood oh father, tell me, do we get what we deserve?

The gloom of nightfall was fast approaching. Winter’s Wake moved at a prowl to find the waking scents of those crepuscular creatures who would soon come out to feed and mingle. Instead, he found the scent of his own kind, and followed it to discover a wolverine of a she-wolf and a sunstorm pup opposite her. Neither of them seemed particularly familiar with the other.

Was this the nephew Etienne searched for? The boy was not golden, precisely, but he had blond markings.

The rogue gave a quiet boof to attract their attention, and he signaled his neutrality with a tall wave of his tail and by keeping his distance. Is your name Shark, by any chance? he directed towards the boy. The wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek are looking for a young boy by that name.