Finding a New Voice

The days were getting warmer though it still grew fairly cool at night. Houdini was grateful for the warmer weather, as was her tiny winged wolf companion. Gavroche was excited to see the new life spreading across Boreas and had already begun collecting some of the general herbs he knew about. But his stash was small at the moment… he really needed to find something to carry them in so he could find and carry more. At least he had found a place to lay down for the night… Hopefully when he returned to the territory he’d been staying in the other herbs hadn’t been messed with.

Coming out of the temporary den Gavroche breathed in slowly. His green eyes shifted towards the lake only to be surprised when he saw a stranger standing by the water. For a moment Gav just watched him, quiet, thoughtful. The boy finally decided to move forward and took delicate pawsteps towards the other, speaking up in a soft voice. “Good evening.” The boy said. Houdini had been left in the den… he was on his own for this encounter.