Heron Lake Plateau onto every life a little rain must fall

Hope this is okay? You get Tywyll's first real wandering thread! Please excuse his unintentional rudeness.

It wasn't long after he had begun to show growing behaviors that he began to travel farther from the areas around the den. This time he moved far enough away that he was smacked in the face by a ton of other scents, many of them new to him. He sniffed around eagerly, trying to recall any of them. He smelled Towhee, Clover, and that girl Ceara. He also smelled his mother and father around this area too. There was however another scent that naturally drew him in by alerting his subconscious to the possibility of milk, it was the scent of a mother wolf which Tywyll was still young enough to be drawn to like a moth to flame.


Following the scent took him a bit, he was new to tracking but he remembered everything his dad taught him to find Raven laying out on the grass. He paused and looked at her with big eyes, once pure blue now turning into a bright gold. He hadn't known exactly why he tracked her down, he didn't know she was pregnant or what pregnant was so to him he was staring at a seriously fat she wolf. "Where do you get all the food?" the words tumbled from his mouth in hushed awe before he could stop them. If she ate enough to look like that, she must be an amazing hunter! One of the best even!