Peace of Mind

Jakart watched Callisto turn around at his call, glad to see his friend was out and about. But she was kinda far from Ebony if he remembered where the pack resided. Some lake and boulder field to the north. Or was it more west? He couldn't remember, didn't have a chance to see the pack territory since his sisters didn't join Ebony. The pale grey male leapt down from the fallen tree and bounded over the mossy remains of the tree's stump.

"Callisto." Jakart cheerily spoke as his mismatched gaze reacquired her dark form. "Ebony doing ok? Does someone need an herb that I can help you all the way out here?" The she wolf was coming towards him, calling out his name. "Remembered my name this time I see." Jakart chuckled as he strode up to his friend. His nose twitched at the ever increasing proximity to the source of her heat. Winter was right around the corner, and with it the painful reminder of when his father had passed away. But that was a year ago, and Jakart wasn't one to dwell on past happenings. He stopped in front of Callisto and sat a pace away.