Fox's Glade the very flower you chose that day

*hoards your characters in my dungeon*

Lo! A distraction before the fated return to his waiting companion.

A summer-coated figure loomed ahead, and Winter’s Wake was not shy in his approach.

He made sure not to sneak, lest he startle the stranger, letting his darklit eyes nakedly trace the feminine figure before landing on the bundle she carried. He looked into her face and tilted his head.

Ave, stranger, he said, his voice the slow pour of liquid gold. It is rare to sight a wolf who carries the skin of prey. Are you a Lanzadoii?