Iktome Plains cut the bullshit, get off my mullet

His time with the wolves of Stormrift had been short-lived, and Viinturuth stole away when the opportunity presented itself. It was the anxiety of knowing his parents and siblings resided close by that prevented him from integrating properly with Ford and his comrades, the crippling uncertainty of his fate should his father locate him.

He wandered since and, when finally he grew bold enough to investigate Swiftcurrent's outskirts, the pale wolf found the borders vacant of his family's scents - replaced by those of another. The knowledge roused both relief and wild concern; had they been challenged for territory? Exiled with their defeat? Viinturuth scouted the surrounding area, hoping maybe they'd settled nearby so he could know he wasn't being hunted, but found no trace.

It was a small blessing, however, for the wayward yearling's confidence began to return in the absence of what he perceived to be a threat. He ventured toward the coast once more, curious to see what it had to offer.

When Viinturuth spotted a lone male up ahead, he observed for a quiet moment before barking his greeting: "hey!". The alabaster boy loped toward him, feathered tail swishing in a friendly manner at his rear.