Gilded Bay When you gonna get grown?

He travelled at a brisk trot, skimming across the sand completely unhindered by the drag the soft surface put it on any wolf's paws. He was accustomed to it and his devil may care bearing reeked of (too much) confidence in his surroundings and in himself and a completely worry free attitude.

He twitched an ear back to catch her words. "Hah!" He exclaimed, sparing a quick glance over his shoulder only so that he could grin at her. "I might be a bastard but I'm great." Raptor looked forward, scanning around them for signs of Smokestep and Sandpiper as he recalled how he had joined with them. "Met yer brother when we were trying to pinch the same bit of grub. He said he was comin' this way to reunite the family and reclaim the old home. I had nothin' better to do and no one else t'run with so I figured I'd come along."

It truly was that simple. Raptor was impulsive and had no other direction or purpose, coupled with an unhealthy love of adventure and excitement.