Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

The sun rose and a new day began, and with it, Rayder's mood reset to a more neutral one. Yesterday's night ended on a bad note, but now he was back up and ready for action. Upon awakening in the Plateau, he yawned, stretching out. A visit to the creek seemed ideal, as his throat had felt parched as he rose from his slumber. He walked there with lazy steps, and as he did the male noticed to his far left a trail of pawprints.

Raising a brow, he chose to ignore it until he noticed in front of him was a fellow wolf. So the tracks were more recent than they looked at first glance. At first, Rayder thought about avoiding the stranger, but when he sniffed at the air, he noticed it didn't smell of his pack. Right now, he'd had enough of socializing with those weaklings. Figuring this wouldn't be so bad, he let out a soft woof in the other's direction, to get his attention.

There was a chance he could feel some sort of connection with the other, if he was a loner like Rayder had been for so long.