Khalon had failed to identify his cousin in the last few days and instead had startled a poor stranger who just happened to look somewhat like Archer. And now, unbeknownst to him, he was missing the triumphant return of Ally. The more wolves that returned from the great unknown the less time he would get to spend out traversing it himself. He was currently enjoying being in the sweet spot of almost being a year old so he had a lot of freedom and still no real responsibility.

Today he was exploring the marsh. Now that the weather was warming up it seemed like a rather pleasant place to be, though couldn’t imagine someone would want to be here during the colder months. While he lounged near one of the deeper shores he was beginning to be lulled into a stupor by the sound of bullfrogs, whispering bullrushes, and early spring birds. Gold eyes open and shut lazily as he wiggled his tawny head into a comfier position on his paws, smacking his lips after a prolonged yawn. This seemed like the perfect place for a nap, nobody from the pack would disturb him and send him on some meaningless chore.