Sven picked his way through the Wildwood, ears forward and pale eyes ever watchful. It had been so long since he had wandered through the twisted new growth and amongst the black ash. Seeing the land now again brought back quite a few memories, most quite fond to the man. Most of all, however, he thought of Leotie and @Kerberos, wondering after them and their whereabouts. Questioning himself fruitlessly whether or not he should dig up the bones of the friendships that most likely had bleached and weakened under the sun of his absence.
Yet Leotie's scent was now on the wind, and he worried for her more than anything. Even if she were angry, which she likely wasn't, it was worth risking her ire to assure himself that despite the time between now and then, she was doing well. Her distance from the Draw did not go unnoticed, and his steps quickened as he neared her. Past the charcoal fingers of the forest, he saw a glimpse of her, tawny standing out amongst it all.
He called out to her, a muted keen that was meant for her ears only. It was unlikely that they were in company of any other wolves, but he intentionally sought privacy all the same.