Porcupine Ridge cowboy guilt

His patrol along the borders was not just for strangers, but in hopes that a familiar face might be spotted. The white she wolf had not yet returned, and the black wolf had committed to his decision and forbade himself from leaving his homestead to pursue her. Yet, he there was a pain in his heart, a twinge of regret, and he worried for his former packmate. For a brief time, he even entertain anger toward his beta for having bred her, but this was quelled by reasonable thought. It was not his beta's fault. It was his own, and Capri's as well.

Imagine his surprise then when he spotted her, upwind of him. His tail wagged and he picked up his pace to greet her.... but as he drew near, excitement writ on his features as his tongue lolled and tail continued to dance, he was surprised yet again. The white wolf before him was not Vuk at all, but a young male. Taggarik came to a halt, disappointment evident on his face before his stoic expression resumed. His ears pitched forward then, and he hiked his tail above his hips.

"You're a little young to be wandering from home, aren't you?"