Let's leave no words unspoken

The man had felt it, the shift in Somnium as a living, breathing wolf entered the realm. He had noticed it before, when Florian had entered a few nights prior, though a the time he hadn’t known that was what the feeling was. Now that he did, however, he had been on the lookout, hoping that Ngurulivu or Gargoyle would come to visit them as well. He didn’t know how the dead could reach out to the world of the living, or if they even could. He took an unnecessary breath and started for the brighter spirit of the living wolf, knowing that he would not have felt them had they not been related to him.

The man approached, feeling the burn of their soul shining brightly as he did so. They were in the meadow-like area of Somnium, the same place that Florian had come days prior. His ears perked forward, a low rumble as he spoke to the other wolf though he couldn’t see them. “Welcome to Somnium. Do not worry, your time has not come.” He could sense their concern about the shift of what was around them. Hopefully, his words offered a little insight and calmed them.