Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

Oh gosh, it's great to see Sorrel again <3

Kieran had little idea of where he planned to go, when he left the territory of the Morningside wolves. It was simply an itching in his paws, yet again feeling restless, that drove him out. The boy was a yearling now, but honestly? It didn't feel any different than when he was younger. Perhaps he knew more, understood more about the world but all that had showed him was that it was a dark place. Maybe there was some light in the world, but he'd come to the conclusion that death was inevitable and trying to prevent that was a futile task. However, that didn' stop him trying. He'd always pushed through - for mother, for Sorrel, for all those he'd lost. 

His paws led him to no certain location - it was only as he began to approach the spring that he became aware of his surroundings, ears perking forward slightly as a small wave of wariness washed over him. Kieran hadn't been paying attention. He took a tentative sniff at the air, a scent drifting his way. It was not distinguishable, so the boy crept quietly closer until the wolf was in sight. Small, they were, and in slightly sandy tones of brown, compared to his ginger fur. The boy padded closer still, unsure if this wolfess was friend or foe - so he kept some distance between them, head turning slightly as he looked at her. Did he know this wolf? No, he didn't believe so. Perhaps it was someone from his childhood, but it had been far too long since he saw them and his memory had since faded somewhat.