Deepwood Weald Can you feel the love tonight

Rodyn was almost ready to go. He determined to do one more border patrol. Speak with both Arrluk and Ajei and then be on his way. His plans were Waylaid, as set plans often were when a howl rebounded. It was further from the borders edge than he anticipated, but he followed it none the less. It was close enough.

Yellow eyes aglow in the forest his good friend once claimed. He found another wolf. She smelled like loam and plants. Tiny in stature, she stood stalwart.

Rodyn's stance was an easy one here away from his borders. And he dipped his head. Spoke softly in the hushed forest I'm Rodyn Ardeth. You called?

A weave of his tail as he waited.