Drooping Willows Lifeline that you're burning

Backdated to 23rd Feb - for any WR wolves.

He had parted with Sahalie and her band when they headed towards the wildwood. As much as it was in his mind to find a chance to visit Joan and @Ophelia again while he was down this way, the side of his face was on fire and he could only hope his grandmother had what was needed to make him feel better. He had been told to call for his grandmother first, but in the boys mind why would he call for anyone else? The days they had spent together in the grove were a highlight of the journey their mother had taken them on. He couldn't wait to see her again.

It wasn't until he reached the border that he realised something was off. Brows drew down as he sniffed the invisible line, trying to pick up any trace of a familiar scent. What was going on? A beckoning howl left his lips, calling for his grandmother to come to the borders, the edge of an anxious whine rumbling in his chest as he waited. Come on, come on! His nose just had to be playing tricks on him right? She'd never leave this place. His own mother had told him so.

Renier Lyall
watch it all burn

He almost thought he was hearing things. It was the second time someone was calling at their borders. The rogue titled his head for a moment, not believing. It was clear as day, not only that they were asking for Elettra, and it had to be a young male. Apprehension began to pick at the back of his neck. Unknowingly he sucked in a breath. He knew for a fact it wasn't Deacon, and Greer ought to know the truth by now. So there was one probability.... If the Lyall was right, he was nothing to the boy. It'd be cruel to both to keep him waiting.

Red ears forward, and tail high he loped to the stretch of land the boy had chosen. Surprised as his  gold eyes swept the landscape that Sven had not beat him there. Good. Even if he hated to relay the news of his grandmother, he felt he'd be a bit more tactful than Sven.

Approaching, he could see the similarity he had to his dam. There was a flicker of concern in his silver mask, as he saw the boy only had one eye. It must be his reason for coming, in hope for care for the injury.  

Straightening his frame, he halted. Brows, slightly knitted together, as he swallowed, if it'd clear the dust from his mind. If to shake the million questions that pressed on his tongue.

Where to start? Introductions didn't seem necessarily important. He would not be the one the lad would want to see."Sorry to tell you, but your grandmother....she won't be able to help you." He couldn't bring himself to say she was dead, and in the ground. His mind still sometimes thought it had only been a terrible nightmare. Until this point he'd never had to speak about it. "Ravenna, your Aunt had sent a message to your mother, and Uncle about it. " He closed his jaw, grinding his back teeth, not able to proceed.

There is a moose carcass that has been scavenged by coyotes nearby. +15 Health