Sea Lion Shores with arms wide open

Want to wrap this one up soon and have an exploring thread or two after the pack meeting? :)

Floki cast a sidelong glance at Charon, smiling as his brother promised that he would never intentionally leave him. He believed Charon; he had learned in his short life that wolves tended to come and go, and that life was fleeting and could be taken away without a moment's notice. But Charon had been a constant, and even when he left Stavanger Bay, he always came back.

The mention of the "asshat" wolf made Floki's blood boil again. Blacktail Deer Plateau Alpha, he remembered, though he concealed his anger from Charon. Instead, he focused on the freckled youth's words as he described the mountains in great detail. He made them sound just as awesome as Floki imagined them. The boy could already picture himself standing at the peak, gazing out over the Teekon Wilds sprawled beneath him. Their pack would certainly be better off; there was just something strong about a mountain.

"I can't wait!" he exclaimed, his tail swinging in a loop behind him. They were getting close to home -- he could smell the sea spray on the breeze, and the trees were becoming more sparse. He felt a pang of homesickness, knowing that he would soon be leaving behind the familiar scents and tastes that he had grown up with, but he steeled his resolve. He would be as brave as Charon.