Living

Ryder was enjoying exploring his new packs territory, the young wolf couldn't get over the thought of belonging in a pack, he was ecstatic. If only my parents could see this he thought bitterly. He quickly dismissed the thought not wanting to ruin his happy moment. He ran, well hobbled quickly really, in circles chasing sent's that lead to nowhere, he felt like the puppy he never got to be.
Ryder spotted a boulder like rock, just big enough to climb and just small enough that if he fell he wouldn't get hurt, he made it his goal and set about trying. He made it part ways up before falling, but he kept trying.