Golden Glade saw the deer before it saw me,

Tapat looked at the ground and then saw his own paw prints. His tail started to wag and he nodded at his mentor. Who was still a stranger to him. Tapat watched the prints but he had no clue where they would lead, so he had a dilemma. He then saw the others sniff the prints. Tapat, easy-minded as he was, instantly copied the behavior and started to smell the prints. Though these were not from his mother and father.

He glanced up again then seeing the strange wolf. His mind blanked. Forgetting that he would have to find the footsteps. He let out a woof in greeting. Who was this wolf again? Was he familiar. He approached the other with a wagging tail and his tongue sticking out ready to lick him and show the submission he was taught. "Hi! I'm Tapat!," he greeted.