Dragoncrest Cliffs tagiuk

The howl wasn’t familiar. A newcomer, possibly. At a very inopportune time. 


The old wolf saw Mireille leaving earlier in the day. And he wasn’t sure where the pups were at. Everything had been so eerily quiet. Sobeille, Phobos, and now Val. Everyone had lost someone. No one wanted to talk about it. Pepper didn’t want to talk about it, either. 

He managed to find his paws, though the sudden change from standing up made his head spin. He’d been laying down for a long time. Long enough to see the sun set and rise once more. He needed to move. 

So with a half-hearted stretch, he sauntered to the border. He no longer cared about upholding an intimidating image. He was falling apart both emotionally and visibly. 

The wolf who called was young, carried an air of enthusiasm that seemed entirely foreign to Pepper now. 

He took his time walking closer to the wolf, even after sighting him, and upon reaching him, he sat. 

“Mornin’,” he offered. Was it? 

“I’m Pepper of Sapphique.” He stated. 

It was his turn, he figured.