falling victim to your fantasy

The call reached his ears, loud and clear for him to see. He knew that voice well, he had sung with her just the other night. She had invited him to stay within Ludicael, but he had turned it down. He had his pack to go back too, and he didn't want them to find his scent leading into his grandparents pack, not at least with a howl to announce it. He wasn't too far off from their joint border, the Monument Rapids ran right along the side of the Hot Springs that his grandparents owned. He had not gone far to rest, but just a few lopes within his own territory. So it only took him a few moments to reach Wren once more.

He grinned at his friend when he came into view, leaning forward and touching his nose to her creamy shoulder in greeting. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, stepping back onto his side of the invisible border line and falling onto his rump. They had been up for quite awhile, singing into the wee hours of the night. He chuckled softly, remembering how he had messed up the ending by breaking out in a yawn. It was rather hard though, being the Azat took a lot out of the young boy. Tilting his head he awaited Wren's answer, his pale appendage beating on the ground.

OOC : Gah, terrible post sorry. No muse left :c