Sunspire Mountains that young love is the purest of them all

It was official, Knew and Gwen were to travel together as lone wolves. That was his goal all along, to be along side her, but their plans exceeded his expectations, they were to have a pack together. Something he still held the delusion that he never lost, the poor dog continued to believe he was the king of his past pack that abandoned him for his lack of size. No, he still thought they were his family, but he would leave them any day to work with the ivory wolfess next to him. Even though no leave would be necessary.

He also lacked the knowledge that he was, in fact, dying. Knew was a malnourished wolf in a frigid hell that was only stirring up death. He had no idea how lucky he was to find his Pidgeon, he would likely be lying dead, covering by feet of snow in a icey grave. His thoughts never wandered to this though, he was a rather optimistic tramp, and only thought of the potential of their future. 

Suddenly, another polar pelted wolf was before them. He seemed to run into snow painted wolves a lot, maybe just because it was winter, he didn't know. The tramp let out an upbeat chuff towards the woman, noticing her seemingly tired self.