Whitefish River catch of the day

If wanderlust had not classically meant so much time alone, Luke would not have entertained the idea of "settling down". The affectionate blue-nosed wolf was too much for the company of others to imagine a life for himself where he stayed only briefly in one pack or the other before moving on, despite his enjoyment of seeing new places and experiencing new things. It would be a different story if he met someone who wished to travel with him, and who knows, perhaps that would be the very next chapter in his book. He could not be, and would not want to be, certain of the future.

"I haven't been so far," Luke replied with a smile and a wag of his tail. "Until we meet again, Mordecai, heal up!" The white wolf gave his companion a friendly wink, also ruminating on thoughts of exploring side by side as he strolled down along the river's edge.