Wapun Meadow we built this city

There was a certain tension that clung to the air in the pack, and as the silver gilded ebony wolf caught the view of his parents in close proximity to one another, he had decided he needed a break from it all.

Striding out of the territory, he had called to his pack, notifying them of his trip before he made it to the meadow. His nose to the ground, the snow crunched beneath his paws as he trailed after the scent of a small roe deer herd. Nearing the age he would enter the adult ranks, it was far past time the youth made himself an asset to his home. Especially if, by some unforeseen circumstance after the shitshow that had been his parent's breakup, he would still somehow end up with younger siblings.