Bramblepoint Will it ever stop

Rodyn knew the regular stirrings of pack walking and border patrol. He did it himself. Keeping the borders vibrant with scent of wolves. It was something he could do for Kukutux and Aiolos.

The day was not a pretty one. However, Rodyn had always found it slightly easier to hunt qhen the weather was nasty. Prey animals took shelter and usually couldn't smell him past the scent of rain.

Rodyn wondered after all the wolves of Moontide. Whether they had been long term or short term. He missed them.

Rodyn froze midpawstep as he heard a noise. Smelled Towhee. Then her voice came on the wind. Yellow eyes sought her out. A smile to light them up.

He shifted so she could see his paws. But he spoke too. Heya Towhee.