Ravensblood Forest x. home is a language you grew in your mouth

Lokie was exceptionally pleased with how his luck was turning out in these new lands. He had met Connor, his BFF, and it seemed like every few days they met a new wolf that joined their group. He followed Rhaella without question, his nose picking up new scents as they travelled. He was constantly zigzagging as they went along, looking for things that interested him. He never got too far from the group, though. 

When they arrived, his ears perked as Rhaella announced they would rest here for a few days. The spot bordered the coast, and only one thing came to Lokie's mind. Stay away from the eight-legged creatures with claws! They hurt, he said matter-of-factly. Lokie was volunteered by Connor to go hunting with Rhaella, and he nodded eagerly. He was always up to do anything with the pack. 

Lokie, always full of energy and ready to go, began prancing around the area, and ended up by Komal. The other male seemed quiet, but Lokie didn't need words. He was adept at reading body language, and while the male was kind, Lokie knew instinctually to respect him. So, he didn't playfully body-check him like he might have Connor. But, he did try to give a quick nose poke to his side before leaping off to Connor's side.