Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

*barges in*

After a year and a half of searching and scouring near and far, Viggo had given up. The Ostrega had hoped to somehow find his father, but no matter where he went, nobody had heard of the tryst between Kindle and his ever-absent father. It shamed him to know that he would never uncover the identity of the man who had helped bring him into this world, but finally, he realized he was wasting his time. No amount of searching would help, and the ever-persistent Ostrega gave up. He quit. He wove his invisible white flag around frantically, letting the whole world know he was through.

The cream and silver agouti male was now seeking something else: a home. He could have gone back to Sedona. To his mother and family whom he loved so. But he didn't. Besides, what would he say if he went back? That he'd found nothing? That he had wandered around aimlessly for the better part of his life and come up empty handed? No, Viggo didn't need those kinds of judgements.

Thoughts of home trickled through his brain, but the sharp scent of another wolf was enough to snap him out of it. Viggo's golden eyes darted wildly around until they landed on a dark figure with a splash of silver thrown in. At first, he hesitated. But then, he figured it could do no harm to approach. If she did anything to threaten him, he could be going on his merry way.

“Hello,” he said quietly, once he was within earshot.