Sun Mote Copse a world, coming to see

An invitation.

A pack - she had only ever been part of a pack of her own kin, all the way back in the lost lands of Halfshatter. She had seen a few before, and spoken with even less.

But never had she been given an invitation to remain with one, until now.

There was a hope within the eyes of the woman, a gentle calling - one that A'yan suddenly found herself willing to respond to. There were more, there were more! Other wanderers with hearts tied to song and dance and forever wandering the world... she had thought them so rare, but she was elated to be proved wrong.

I am more than happy to wait with you, she replied. How many other... Summerwalkers are there? I would be pleased to meet them.