Oh, it was such a relief to the tricolor babe that the cure had been found and shared equally within the packs. Novel, Song, and all the other ill wolves would be cured now! And everything would hopefully become normal...hopefully. How about the world gave the poor wolves a break? Earthquakes, hurricanes, illnesses, so much had happened before she even arrived to Alacritia. How about a little break? A little time for the packs and other wolves to live in peace. Just for a little. No harm done with that! Or...maybe there was? Wren didn't care...she just was so joyed that things would go back to normal in the pack. No more chaos for the time being. No more panicking. None of that. But while she was thinking about how things would go since the epidemic was over...a smooth howl rang out into the air. It almost sounded familiar and close-by. Maybe...Dutiron? Yes. It was him, summoning the wolves of Ludicael.
After hearing the smooth summoning howl of the author, Wren slowly lifted to her long pillars and began to near the Lover's Mangrove. Once she arrived, she wasn't very entertained. All that was there were many tree's and little streams running here and there. Little did she know, though, that at night everything that was beautiful came to life. But she really cared less about the landscape. She wondered where this highranked male was. Finally after a few minutes of searching, she arrived, shooting a warm glance to the Ludicael author and dipping her head with respect. "Good evening, sir." She'd greet softly, making her way to a spot before him and sitting down calmly. First to arrive, it seemed. Bravo Wren.
