~*Grace*~

[Amanda]

Faelyn had wandered for almost a day, setting a leisurely pace so that Gavril did not have to expend too much energy. she could smell the life that thrived within this vast meadow, and it pleased each and every sense that she had to be wandering through the new spring growth. there were almost too many scents to sort through.

a few, she noted were definitely wolfish in nature, some were fresher than others.

She was not one to stride bodly around and howl their presence to everyone, so she prowled, moving closer to the scents that she deemed freshest, but waited to see what Gavril would have them do next. She had remembered him always being the quiet leader in their youthful games.

[Kaziph]

G A V R I L

The timber brown wolf came into the meadows on Faelyn's heels with his eyes darting every which way and nose scenting furiously. He hadn't explored into this part of the island before, and new things tended to make him nervous - which was really the biggest shame of everything negative that had happened to him. The best thing for his ragged heart, though, was the appearance of his friend in his banishment, and as he glanced to the she-wolf the brute allowed himself time to smile.

Things, perhaps, wouldn't be all that bad here after all. He too had caught the smell of other wolves, but nothing was terribly recent. He wondered where all the wolves were... in clans, maybe? He didn't know, for he wasn't close enough to pack territory to catch their scents, either. The brute paused his steps and looked to his friend. Ihaven't seen or scented much yet, have you? Maybe he was just missing something...