A little vague. I imagine he’d know his family was here. Feel free to ping me to change it. I don’t mind at all.
The river had twisted and flowed across a great stretch of earth. At its bank walked a young wolf, leisure in his steps. His figure was tall and had filled with considerable muscle since his puphood. Still balancing between adolescent and adult, Nazair had a youthful and handsome appearance.
When the river had trickled out and the yearling had nothing left to mark his path, the boy’s marigold eyes lifted and searched the surrounding terrain. The plateau looked most promising for a chance to eat. There would be a good chance Nazair would stumble into family, if he made enough noise to draw them to the edge of their claim.
Snout raised, he called at the borders.
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