Broken Antler Fen The fallen one

Sebastian was trotting through the fen. Water splashing as he went through the shallow cold waters. In summer this would be amazing to cool off in and play around. Sebastian always liked water. He had learned fishing before hunting. He thought it was a good thing because it had learned him patience, and he often needed to remember to have patience for something. The large wolf then spotted another wolf laying down. He climbed out and let out a chuff in greeting.

The grey tank had his tail up, yet it looked more like a lazy curl on his back. His pale blue eyes looked at the chocolate female with the black mask. His nose sniffed the air she didn't smell of a pack wolf. "Hello there," he spoke politely. He had not claimed the borders yet fully and he did not want to chase her out. "Have you traveled far?," he asked, sounding curious. He had not seen her around, and she looked a bit travel worn. Most loners did he was not judging.