The call was vaguely familiar, and Veho was up and moving towards the sound of the voice even as his mind struggled to catch up. Wolves were coming and going in these past few weeks like leaves on a breeze, or snowflakes caught up in a winter storm. To outright deny this one would be cruel, and perhaps hypocritical, given Rook’s return to the Hollow hearth – but then, it was Yvly who’d given his lover sanctuary, and not himself.
Oh, but who did he think he was fooling? There was little chance the alpha would have done anything but that.
Loping easily to the edge of the borders, the male was surprised to see Pip as well – but then, this was her family, wasn’t it? His heart clenched a bit and he wandered closer, brushing his muzzle against the omega’s shoulder before turning pale eyes onto Tyne’s form. He looked…decent, considering it was the height of winter, and he was alone. The other sea wolves, though – still missing. Or perhaps he’d left? But those questions were not so important.
“Tyne,” he murmured, tail arched easily over his spine. “What brings you back to Grizzly Hollow?”