Making things

Wylan grinned back at Ignita, happy she was so supportive and encouraging of his ideas. The pale wolf finished off the ties, completing the necklace. Now he just needed to give it to his brother, and perhaps make a few more to leave in the storeroom for anyone who might want them.

“Thanks for your help, Iggy, this was fun.” He told his friend sincerely as he took the necklace. “He’s been doing good, really good. I think he’s really shaken off his childhood sickness.” Wylan was more than happy to report. The Oleander of old had been so fragile, isolated, grumpy. This one was really coming into himself, and Wylan couldn’t be happier.


"Wylan Fatalis"