Two Rivers Isle Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet

I'll help you out!

Ezekiel was out hunting, hoping to catch anything to satisfy his hunger. He traveled a bit from the mountain, hoping a long excursion might lead him to some food. He stopped by a long river, watching it flow swiftly and ripple like a night sky. He attempted to catch a long silver trout, but failed. Frustration quivered his lips as he kicked a pebble. With an angry sigh he continued across the river, hoping he might have more luck on the other side. 

After a bit of walking on the small island, he caught on to the scent of another wolf. He wanted to avoid the wolf if possible, for he was rather antisocial. But at the same time, hunting by himself wasn't helping any. Besides he needed some work socializing and this was a good chance to do so. The large grey male followed the wolf's scent until he saw an older black wolf lying down on a patch of cool dirt. He barked at the male, alerting him that he was there. Hopefully this guy was friendly. Last time he had hoped for a hunt with a mysterious wolf, she had attacked him out of the blue. So this time he was prepared, and as ever, on edge.