Broken Antler Fen Would it make you recall?

The voice of another drew Pyramus’ head up, searching the immediate area for a sign of another wolf, one he may not have known. In the brush there was a striking color of auburn and cream that pulled his eye.

Teya was familiar, the halfling realized with a cheery wag of his tail.

Oh, hello! I remember you, he called back to her happily. Teya! The woman who had introduced herself as the raven of Brecheliant. Pyramus had believed her introduction to be something special, but he did not understand why.

The wolfdog trotted toward where she stood, his pace eager.

I’m Pyramus, in case you forgot, he said warmly.

Absolutely! <3 *o*