He had only been upon this side of the mountain briefly before – the expedition to eradicate Relic Lore of the diseased pack had gone by in a blur of emotions and worry, and the ivory male had not taken the time to catch view of his surroundings. He had, at the time, been far more inclined to watch over Elettra.. It was ironic to think that now, not long later, he found himself in a similar situation.. Instead of his attention being grasped by the dark lady, this time it was by a pale beauty, and once more Phineas found it hard to focus his attention upon the idyllic nature about him.


The forest had intrigued him, but despite exploring the winding paths offered within Red Fern Forest, the two had escaped from the group for a few stolen moments, emerging from the forest foliage and finding themselves more within a valley of sorts. Phineas had lead them along a creek – the cold water stirring a thirst within him that he paused to quench, his tongue lapping at the surface. Finally, lifting his muzzle up, the regal’s fiery eyes drifted languidly to Borlla, waiting to see what she was thinking. They would need to settle soon, yet he wanted her to finalize their destination.. he wanted it to be perfect for her.


Lifting his muzzle and giving a quick shake of his pelt, the male’s jaws stretched in a yawn as his eyes once more scoured the area. Prowling further along the creek’s edge, Phineas noted the trees that scattered the small valley they had come across – magnolias littered the grounds, not yet in bloom as spring had yet to fully settle upon Relic Lore.

He worried constantly over her – he worried as they traveled, whether her paws would be too weary to carry her. He worried whether she had enough to eat or not. He worried whether or not she approved of the company they had taken. He even worried about what she would think of the lands they had found on this side of the mountain.. would they hold a place as dear in her heart as the other side had? A dreariness shadowed across the forest they had traveled through, as if the mountain had cast an ominous presence upon them. Yet as they broke away from the forest, and the winding creek babbled iridescently nearby, Phineas found himself slightly relieved.


His gaze drifted from their surroundings, interrupted by the words of the pale she-wolf. He studied her, glad to see the grin that now lightened her features. She was so very different from his previous mate – easy to please, and he basked in the glow of her content. “You approve, then?” The rumbling of his voice was mirrored with a grin of his own, and as the female sidled up beside him, Phineas bent his muzzle down to nudge at her cheek, his wet chin leaving a droplet of water to her nose. “What would you name your new home?” It felt surreal to say such words – after the weeks of planning.. the months. They had finally come to a land they desired to call home. It seemed perfect to him – quiet, away from the competition of other packs. Here, they would raise their cubs. Here was where their legacy began.

“Magnolia Glen,” he repeated softly after her, his eyes barely able to sweep away from her smile and to trace the land before them. “Home.” It seemed surreal – almost cheesy to the male, and yet as the two stood quietly, he knew then and there that he would raise his children here. Her consent was all that was needed, and as she reclined back just before naming this land they had come across, he felt a swell of pride. Within days their brood would be born to them.. here, in the safe pack den of the Magnolia Glen pack.


His muzzle tilted back, a song escaping him as he called the others forward. Lucero would not be far behind the couple, as the she-wolf had grown close to Borlla. Siku, with her unspoken eagerness to settle and explore would be along shortly, as well as the wolves she called family. Erebos he could only hope would come to his side quickly, as well as the swarthy Inkheart. He even beckoned for the newcomer Zia, who had hunted with them in hopes of joining the ranks of an establishing pack.


As his cry faded, he allowed silence to follow after that. Blinking his fiery eyes, the alabaster male took a step toward Borlla, exhaling gently as his touch made to touch her cheek gently. Finally, they had found what they were looking for, and the members of Magnolia Glen would come to them, and together they would sing to the skies of their claim. Of their legacy.