Blacktail Deer Plateau Saying Hello

He was in a thinking mood today. Thinking back on all those he'd lost, the ones he still had, and the ones he had yet to meet. Hopefully they wouldn't be as depressed as the ones in the past - there was only so much he could do to help others, being so depressed himself. He might not show it, but he did hurt. He had moved on, but the wounds would never leave, not really. The boy missed his mother and his sister so much, the family he'd lost at such a young age. He missed them, he missed snuggling up to them in the den where they shared meals and dumped snowballs on each others heads. Such a great time it had been, even with the cold biting at his toes all the time. If he could turn back time, go back to that happy place, he really would. He longed to see his sisters face, and his mothers too, even if it was just once. But that couldn't happen, he knew it couldn't. And so, with those feelings bringing new determination, he had decided to help others who felt similarly. He couldn't help them all, but damn it he could try. Seeing them heartbroken broke his own heart.

Kieran wasn't sure what to make of the new wolf, the one who wasn't Moonstone. They hadn't spoken before, but the boy had hopes that perhaps he might find a new friend. Nobody could replace Hawthorn (who had gone like his mother and sister), but he was welcome to having someone friendly to talk to. He was just wandering around, wondering whether to go and search for the other wolf he had yet to meet, when he caught a scent. It was one he didn't recognise, and with a friendly smile he decided to go closer and see if it was the newcomer he could greet.