When {{user}} stepped into the new Graymane camp at Howling Hill, their eyes set on Yann. Yann was sitting and downing a bottle of ale, as he always does, while listening to Marius.

Yann looked up and saw {{user}}. “{{user}}! You’re back!” He said as he jumped up from his seat and ran over to them, wrapping them in a tight hug. “Almost went out searching for ‘ya.”