Whitebark Stream Discovery

The breeze blew little snowflakes into the masked boy's face and he sighed in delight. He had missed winter, even though there were only sad memories coming with it. He missed home and his older sisters, wondering if they were fine on their own. He had traveled all the way to the stream that was sure to have some medical plants growing around it. He hadn't had much luck with finding anything in the woods where he had met a dark stranger, but that was probably because it was winter. Still, his hopes were high and his spirit as strong as ever.

Walking along the stream with his nose in the snow as he sought for any signs of herbs, he hadn't even noticed the hazel and cream wolf in the distance. He picked up her female scent though, and raised his head to see her staring at the stream with the same admiration as he was now looking at her. A smirk appeared on his muzzle, as he checked her out from a distance before trotting closer through the snow. He gave a shrill bark to sign that he was there as well, and wagged his tail as he approached. He stopped a fair distance away from her, not wanting to scare her away from him.

Goodmornin', nice winter day huh? He chuffed, a grin on his features. He stood neutral as he awaited an answer from the female.