Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

Shink was roaming the forest, his nose pressed to the ground as he breathed in the familiar musty scents. In many ways, th the Isle reminded him of the meadow; it's warm, aura, the abundance of prey that was beginning to once again thrive. Yet from the bottom of his heart he knew it would never be the same, he just had to accept that and move on. By now, he was completely devoted to his superiors, glad to rely on them to determine most of the choices and hardships that the land threw at them. His auds pricked in interest as a howl sounded, it's call spiralling above the treetops until another joined in, harmonising completely. Burke and Malice; he knew their song by now. Lifting his muzzle to the skies, he joined in with his own wavering cry, a burst of joy sending excited thrills through his voice as he let the last notes of his melody fall prey to the wind.

He swung himself into a stable trot as the brutes summoning howl filled his ears and he emerged from the undergrowth to stand amongst the flowers, his agouti pelt a rosy gold in the sunlight. It seemed he was not the first to arrive; the pale vixen had already made her appearance noticeable and he regarded her silver figure with a warm gaze. Parting his maw, he let his tongue loll out as he let his paws carry him up the rise towards the pair and their brood. Sparks of energy rippled through his body as he dipped his head to both, more out of admiration and pride than general routine. A warm smile appeared upon his muzzle as he settled beside a flowering bush, his tail thumping the grass as he waited for what his alphas were going to say.