breath of fresh air through smoke rings

Wylan was excited to be back at the Hallows. He hadn’t been here for some time! He trotted through the plains, wondering where the other Armada wolves had gotten to. But perhaps he should actually be looking for someone new! It wasn’t often he got to meet new people, to see strangers. This was his chance!

As he trotted along, he realised there was a little white wolf that looked a little like Ollie on the outskirts of the crowds. His tail wiggling behind him he trotted over to see what they were doing. He caught the quiet whisper of their words and grinned. “Yarrow! We have that back home, too. And look, Dandelions!”


"Wylan Fatalis"