can't face the dark without you

Ferdie awoke to a light pattering of drizzle upon his back he blinked a few times and lifted his head from his leg, he hadn’t even found or made a den last night so consumed he was in grooming his pelt last night after fishing in the creek.
He had fallen asleep during his task of grooming and even drooled a little upon his foreleg where his head had been awkwardly angled that night when sleep had consumed him.

Carefully he licked his leg clean and glanced around, though no one would have seen the drool, he was tired of giving horrible first impressions. He pulled himself up and stretched out glancing over his form, not a matt to be found but mother nature was just laughing at him as she dropped her drizzle upon his coat, how he hated wet weather. He should have been born a hairless beast instead, humans had it easy.

Shaking those thoughts from his head with a physical shake of his body he noted another wolf climbing from a real sleeping spot, perhaps his task of helping fill the caches today would be more fruitful with help. Without thinking of his low, new wolf, rank Ferdie Von Pelt threw his tail high over his back and casually trotted over to the other brute, noting he was slightly stiff from his lack of sleeping arrangements last night.

He hoped he hadn’t washed all the pack scent from his pelt last night, traipsing around in the river. He’d need to find the alpha and have her mark him again until all the wolves in the pack met and came to know him.

“Hello there” he called hoping to elicit a friendly response rather then a defensive one. He stopped a few feet from the wolf “I am Ferdie Von Pelt” He waited for the others response hoping if not anything else but to obtain a name, it seemed, in his small amount of experience in, as if the wolves in this pack coveted their names and didn’t like to share them.