Wild Rye Fields This time around, there's time to turn it around

Askan could respect that. Towards the end Percy hadn't been happy here, it was all too foggy, too much for her to take so she left. For a time the Selwyn had been annoyed, felt betrayed but he got it now, sort of. Or at the very least he'd tried to understand. That was better than nothing, right? Percy was a tricky one though, always so quick to brush off his concerns like dirt on her shoulder. He supposed it was part of her charms, he wasn't awfully fond of wolves who lamented over their troubles too much anyway.

"Mmm, I'll take you up on that." At the very least he'd have a bite before he left in the morning. There was nothing worse than travelling on an empty stomach."Night." He said, his tail waving in a lazy, wolfish farewell.

The sun hadn't yet set, but the sky was starting to darken. The Selwyn planted himself down in front of his old den and peered out at the horizon, in the distance a bald eagle soared, it's wings outstretched as it stared down at the Rye Field. Today hadn't been quite as....difficult as he'd feared, maybe things were on the rise. Or maybe he was getting better at this diplomatic part to leadership.

Fade