Moonspear One star among many

Arren did not notice the wolf himself, as his scent was carried away from the wind. He jumped in alarm as he heard him speak, and his moment of reflection was interrupted, but he didn't mind. The bulky wolf turned his head, yellow and blue eyes clashing. Arren chuckled "You startled me... Names Arren, you come here for the view?" He asked.

Arren did a poor job of reading expressions and mood, he hadn't been around wolves too long to learn how to. He turned his head not asking much else and falling into his reflection once more. He laid down, his head between his paws. The sun was moving quickly, showing darker pink and reds as it went by. It was interesting to think how events had led him here. As far as he knew, the only reason he was where he was now was because of his fur.

If not he could be half way across the world with his siblings. He wasn't sure what path would have been better, but he felt complacent with his current life. He was happy now, and thats all that mattered. But he could possibly have been happier with his family he reasoned.