Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

The large male stands with a head bowed low, tongue lapping up the contents of the small stream that creeps into their den site. He’s interrupted, for a familiar howl pierces through the silence of the canyon. One he hasn’t heard in sometime, but is almost excited to go see. 

He shifting his gaze and almost instantly he’d galloping to meet the snow coated shewolf, Nyra.

Upon arrival he slows into a trip before completely stopping all together. “You’ve made it back, dear. How are you?” He comments with a welcoming smile and comical raise of his circular brows. “Tell me what you learned.” He then prods.