Sunset Valley these wild hearts run

He kept on moving, looking for the perfect place to start his life. The land grew colder -- colder than he'd ever known. Though he'd inherited plush fur and it was summer he was not used to the wet wind blowing across the Taiga and rain that came intermittently. Though, he'd yet to find any signs of a pack. The prey was abundant here. 

He stood at the top of the valley, watching the golden figure jogging through. They didn't look too harmful, right? He waited a heartbeat longer before starting towards them at his own jog. Keeping his posture friendly, he chuffed to alert them he was near. She seemed to be scouting anyway.