*So Leave a reservation for two*

It had been ungodly hot in Diveen lately. His thick pelt had shedded in droves, quickly leaving him such a mess he was certain his father would have rolled over in his grave seeing him look like one of those shaggy sheep that ran all over Diveen. With that and even the night when he was primarily awake made it no better. It was night now, and finally he felt the first nice night breeze that he had felt in ages. It might have been the small dip in the river along the way too he had to take to get over here, but it even felt somewhat mild out even for summer here. She was close though. It was her trail that he had followed out here after all, the feeling of their bond leading the ways, the stars telling him when he strayed too far as well. It seemed as though she still did not have a pack, a home to call her own. He worried about her sometimes, she was very sweet and kind, and worried some wolf might take advantage of her with a darker nature. Thus far no such thing had occurred.

Still it was good to check on her. It had been a few seasons since she had visited Diveen after all. Mithos perhaps wasn’t as in her business as his father been his mother, but he was still genuinely concerned about her wellbeing and wanted her to be safe in this world that seemed to had gotten exponentially more dangerous during the course of last Spring. He did not know the details, but the whispers of the stars told him that the peace he knew, even if it had been a bit rocky in Diveen for a while with Iromar, was further disrupted than then. He would never force her to live in his family’s homeland, but he was growing more concerned with the type of wolves that were growing more and more bold to take over packlands once again, as if they were back in his youth.

Somewhere though would likely be safer than the freelands, but she seemed to enjoy her freedom, her wandering, and who was he to take it away after having left on a grand journey twice that took a year to reach his destination by paw? He sighed slightly, the rustling of the trees leaves covering the sound. He never liked much being in the cover of trees, preferring much more open areas to the one he was at now. It was why Diveen was his ideal hope upon to the stars. THe voices grew much more quiet when he was covered like this. It was almost unsettling at times. Still he would endure any discomfort that might be happening if it meant maybe running into his imprint this evening.