The darkened world still seemed to cling on. It brought about ruin and depression in many of the creatures. But not this young wolf. Tullio still held on to hope. Hope that the light of Spring would soon return and welcome the land with open warm arms. The souls of Mythris certainly deserved it.

Speaking of warm souls, a very familiar face soon answered his call, making her presence known at the pack borders. Euphemia came bounding up to him, soon enveloping him in a cheerful embrace. It brought a smile to his face that he hadn't felt in many moons.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I didn't know you lived here. Tullio was beaming now in his own way, tail hitting the ground hard in a playful wag. Then again, he was always more light hearted and playful with the fairer sex. Such was his demeanor.