Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

not grayday, not dawn, but pema called for them all one quiet afternoon, sounding from the meadow. he twitched an ear, genuinely curious. she was a fine hunter herself, but dawn usually led the hunts, and if it were a matter of dire importance, grayday might be the one calling instead. this must be interesting.

the burly male made his way down the gradual slope to find several wolves already assembled around pema. he gave a chuff and a playful tap of the tip of his tail on engel's shoulder--he was glad to see the man back from their trip to easthollow--and a friendly nod to raid, kieran, and. . .shale? shale.

greetings settled, he turned toward pema, gaze expectant. he did not speak--slightly out of character--but he knew the young woman would explain herself soon, once everyone was gathered.