Noctisardor Bypass sunbeam showers

Her nose twitched at the scent of another not far from her side. The scent was of the Bypass, the smell of home, which brought her peace. It had been a while since her last decent encounter with a Bypass wolf that was not Shadow, which was Flash, so Crëyr was pleased for an opportunity to get to know her packmates slightly better.

This Autumn-touched male was who she recognized as the Bypass' former captive, Vector, now released from captivity. He was also the wolf that had seemingly hunted down and polished off a pile of rabbits around two months ago. Well, he was now in the pack, wasn't he?

Crëyr smiled faintly.

He said something, two words that were not of a familiar language. A greeting in his mother tongue, she knew, which allowed her to let her Welsh slip off her tongue, accompanied by English. "Cyfarchion. Greetings."