Cael

Chunks of loose fur lay on the ground around Cael after the wolfdog had spent some time grooming away bits of his winter coat. A chattering wren had swooped in several times to relieve him of some of this fur as well, using the tufts of ebony hair to line her nest. A few burdensome clustered remained, but enough had sloughed off to reveal a much shiner and healthier looking pelage beneath.

The Lurker's coat wasn't the only thing looking healthier this late spring. In the months he'd spent with Aakari's pack, having decided to skip the rotations Gwen had offered to set up, his troubled mind had slowly worked through its horrors and he found himself more at peace than he had in a long time. Here, away from the noise and clutter of the human word, Cael felt happier.