Bearclaw Valley the great escapist, sort of...

A wide smile spread across his maw as another familiar wolf appeared. It was Raziel, though he thought it was Bruke. He wagged his stubby little tail as he got an affectionate lick from the male. At least he knew more than one wolf liked him here. He didn't get such a warm welcome from his older sibling. He didn't know what his deal was. But after their first meeting, he made sure to stay away from the pale male.

 He stood up to get a better look at the older wolf. "Leeooh!" he chirped, pround to voice his name.