Emberwood Still Alive

Hirundo, in all his obliviousness, could at least tell that the stranger was cautious of him. The dark-furred wolf was shorter and younger than him, but he certainly looked tougher. Not as heavily scarred as Mae, yet he had already seen his share of violence. He eyed the scars with concern. Hirundo was beginning to wonder if coming here was such a good idea.

Pleasure to meet you, Sven. I'm Hirundo, he said. Dispersed. The euphemism (or so it sounded to him) sent a chill down his spine. Did they...disperse, um, recently?

Hirundo could not help but cast a wary glance over his shoulder, as if some crazed, snarling wolf might suddenly launch themself at him from the bushes. The ones he'd met so far had not been aggressive towards him. Maybe they'd got it all out of their systems before he got here?