Sun Mote Copse At last, at last

She spoke in a tone of finality and, despite her cheerful disposition, Galathiel knew her escort had reached it's end. "And you too, Miss Keshi. Perhaps I may return with a deer next time!"

Crossing over the scent marker, his tail waved once as he shot her a final look over his shoulder. "If you need anything, howl for me and I will come. That's a promise." One he hoped he could keep before the Summerwalkers departed for greener pastures. But, then again, the Knight had never been good at keeping his word.