Sun Mote Copse and your heartbeat is heard three rooms over

Asterism Grove had splintered, its wolves scattered and untraceable to his dust-clogged nose much in the way that Elysium had fallen. He was exhausted: mentally, physically and emotionally. Yet most of all, he worried that Dorea was once again lost to him so soon after finding her again.

The days dragged by, miserable and filled with dread as the boy wandered aimlessly, yet he clung to some small sliver of hope. That was all he had, yet it was everything worth fighting for.

So imagine the relief when his friend's call sounded from a distance. He exhaled a heavy sigh and made to cover the land between them as swiftly as his tired body would allow, moving in close to greet her with enthusiasm and affection after what felt like an excruciating lifetime apart.