She's only... literally the best wolf ever

Dusk was surprised to hear a call specifically for herself coming from the border. Setting her task aside, the midnight fae made her way towards the call, happy to see Gavroche again. It had been quite some time. She wasn't a child anymore and was instead a woman grown. Had he grown as well or would he forever be a tiny little thing? She thought the latter, but stranger things had happened.

Arriving at the gate to Hallows lands, Dusk's brow furrowed. The wolf in question was small like Gav, but... it didn't look like him at all. In fact, it looked entirely different. "Gav...roche?" She asked hesitantly, her steps slowing as she questioned him. It smelled like Gav and the eyes were the same, but she was quite confused by this whole ordeal.

"Dusk"