Cedar Sweep Wait for them to ask you who you know

It was no problem! <:

     A familiar sounding voice called out the coywolf's name, and Bain's heartbeat sped up. He could recognize that voice from anywhere, and he walked slowly towards the calling. Amber eyes swept across his surroundings, landing on another wolf, male, and older than him. Bain knew who he was as soon as he saw him. "Father? Is that you?"

     Bain walked a bit closer, excitement showing in his eyes though he tried to subdue it. It had been quite some time since Bain had seen his father, but he looked just as he had remembered him. He had his father's eyes, blazing amber with sparks of deep reds and oranges. Bain fluffed up his chest, hoping that his dad would be proud of how he had matured into quite the fine young wolf.

     The coywolf looked over his father more closely. The lean but well-built frame along with a earthy mix of colors on his pelt were still very recognizable. This assured Bain that this coywolf was indeed his father. Well, when do you stumble into a coywolf veyr often? Bain inched a bit closer, still a bit wary of what his father would say to him. I wonder how many of my siblings he has met. The male decided he would ask this question later and waited for his father's recognition.