Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

‘Ah.’ Shelter; obvious for a lone wolf, but unexpected all the same. Whenever Evergreen thought of shelter, he pictured a packland instead of the forest or cave that Rokig clarified for. One ear perked towards the male while the other laid neutrally as he thought.

“To the northwest is a forest. There are a few caves in the mountains in the west, too.” Sunbeam Lair had been one that the brown wolf visited; he remembered it fondly, and Evergreen sought to visit again once spring rolled in. With each mention, the boy glanced in the direction. “Oh, there is also a pack in the mountains named Diaspora.”