Sunspire Mountains sucker-punch

Little by little, like sand in an hourglass the young male's patience was running out. He was tired of running around like a vagabund, he still had no luck in finding any other wolves. The insolent silver boy stomped through the base of the mountain, his paws tearing apart the soil on which he stepped on.

A frustrated growl espaped from his maw, he was just a lost boy, with no friends or family aside from his mother and Galileo, Adele, the boy was alone in the world. His mother had begged him not to go. But he had to. The older wolves of the little band he belonged to were literally fed up with his stupid little pranks and constant slip ups, so they had given him an ultimatum. Either he could get his shit together and behave like he was expected or he could leave like the little bastard he was.

He coudn't lie, he missed his mother from time to time, but it was only natural for a growing male to seek his own life outside his pack. Forever, was an unnaceptable word for the young silver man.

As he continued to gallop across the Sunspire he felt a sudden urge to stop. Quickly he skidded to a halt and made his way to the nearest shrub or tree. Without a bit of shame in his face he raised his hind leg and proceeded to urinate all over the shrub.