Ronan dashed through the dense underbrush, his silver fur glistening under the pale moonlight. He wanted to finish up the business as soon as possible. Getting all the affairs in order was something that will take a while, but it was fine. He was willing to do it.
But as he raced, something shifted in the air, a sensation that made him halt abruptly.
His paws skidded against the forest floor, the sudden stop sending him tumbling head over heels. He rolled to his feet, shaking off twigs and leaves, and it hit him like a thunderbolt.
Riven. The name echoed in his mind, stirring something deep within him. He closed his eyes, focusing, and there it was, a pulse, a heartbeat that was unmistakably Riven's. It was exactly like before, when he first met him, he went to look for him, and he felt Riven's wolf call out to him.
