Hushed Willows Drifter

Anyone who might be affected by Whitebark's destruction or wants to share bad news - might be good for those seeking Scout trades also. Tagged for reference

Taikon didn't like coming here. The Willows were a strange, mysterious place. The air left a funny taste on his tongue. His paws were muddy. The rain hadn't stopped since he had left the flooded stream behind him. Artyom and his family had pushed onward, and those that had followed were those that Taikon believed loyal to the point of self-destruction. Beyond the Taiga seemed to be nothing but desolation, and so the white wolf had moved ever westward, hoping that being closer to the sea might bring some change in weather.
It had not. The prince had been torn when he considered coming to Seelie Court. He knew that the Court were allies, and that he would not be attacked without reason. However, it seemed strange for him to relay such news. Then again, he knew that it was likely he was one of the first from Whitebark Stream to move this far west so quickly, as travelling came naturally to him.
The deciding factor had simply been his proximity to the Court. He recalled @Dante and his pleasant nature. He also remembered that the young male had been quick to tell him of current events. It was right to return the favour.
In late afternoon, Taikon raised his head to call out to the members of the court. In his howl it was clear his intention was to relay a message, and an important one at that. Surely, the allied pack would be disheartened to know that their friends in a potential war had been displaced, and disbanded.