The world had fallen into a calm as of late, one that the Author was rather grateful for if he was entirely honest. It had meant however that Ludicael had gained as many members as it had lost, the pack surely could grow some more at least hear more news from the world beyond its borders, even from his family at the least though nothing at all would reach them.
Now however a call would break that silence that had fallen over the lands and Dutiron would swiftly move to answer it. No it wasn't simply that he wished to avoid leaving the visitor waiting but his own excitement drove him forwards with such an energy that the calm man so rarely showed. He knew that call very well though, the voice of his youngest daughter and he wouldn't waste any time in greeting her.
The brown girl would soon come into view and Dutiron would slow his steps as he came to a stop before his daughter a happy smile upon his face as his mismatched eyes gazed upon her. "Myth." He greeted softly, leaning forwards to nuzzle her.
