Wapun Meadow Childish Things

A proud pack member was one way to describe Shade at that moment. He held his head high, trotting around, watching and waiting. Patrolling the borders was his one pride and joy; nothing would ever change that, at least not in his mind. The dark male’s amber eyes fell upon a tree that he passed often from the borders. He gazed up to the setting sun on the horizon, pausing for a brief moment with a smile on his muzzle.

It was crazy, just the way life moved, and it had already been two years since his birth… oh how far he had come in those two years. He knew in his heart he could never give up looking for Shadowstorm. A small smile that had soon faded, the gleam in his eyes disappeared, a hiss when he thought that he scented another wolf, but realized his mistake. The scent was very faded, and so he continued on with his patrol, looking for something special, something…. Noticeable… came to view.