Shadewood qairulik ☄

Times had changed since he met the friendly Cry along the riverside on a territory close by where they held a competition of catching fish. He had joined the Firebirds and pledged loyalty to another pack, however still, there was empathy that drove him to find the male once more. And this time, it was Epic who brought a single fish, trapped safely between his jaws. It was the last fish left from their fishy competition and it had been well preserved being burried in the cold. But it wouldn't stay fresh for much longer.

Through a maze of rarely-walked trails the young male ended up in the Shadewoods. It was here the scent of Cry grew stronger and stronger. However Cry's strong was intermingled with scents of others. There was no doubt about it, this was the yet-to-be formed pack that he had spoken about. Suddenly his eyes fell upon a white nympfh, close to a frozen-moss covered den. Another thing clicked; Cry had spoken about a wife and the possibilities of puppies. Even more reason to bring this gift.

Staying respectfully in a distance, Epic gently put the fish down and spoke of his intentions. "Have you seen Cry?" Epic questioned gently, then added. "I come here bearing a gift. For Cry but also for his family and his pack."