Sleepy Fox Hollow oh - I remember you

@Mahler? <3

veran felt like nothing but a continuation of failures.

his mother, his father, his home.

rivenwood, blackwater.

malia.

a long list of all the things he had lost by his own doing. so he had spent the summer alone, but now the mornings cooled off long enough for the afternoons to not be so unbearable. a tell tale sign of the seasons turning into darker times.

so maybe it was no surprise that he had found himself on the fringes of teekon once more, skirting the outside of somewhere scents collected.

This can be a cameo! Wylla is not pleased to see him but wouldn't undermine Mahler, either.

This one had been in Rivenwood, once.

He had run off like a pathetic, cowardly dog.

The dimunitive she-wolf picked up his scent on the breeze during a routine patrol. It didn't take long to find him, and when she did, Wylla drew herself to her full height and fixed cold, harsh eyes upon Ålesund the Coward. Her lip twitched with the threat of a growl.

What the fuck do you want?

It seemed the craven fool wanted nothing to do with her, for exactly as he had back in Rivenwood, he turned tail and ran off at the sight of her. She watched him go with a lingering grimace, then turned back on patrol with one ear turned always in the direction he had fled, lest he come back.