Whitefish River Make like a baby and have little to no control over any aspect of your life or body

Looking for packmates he hasn't met! :D

Dusk was settling over Whitefish River, and with it, a blanket of calm descended on the pack. The chirping of frogs along the river bank was easily audible from the thicket, where Dragomir lay awake, listening. He couldn't remember ever hearing anything like this in the mountains or down by the sea. It was beautiful, not that he was in much of a state to appreciate it like he might have before. Still, he listened to it for what it was: a welcome reprieve from his perpetual boredom.

A gentle breeze rustled the trees and swept over his cheeks, and that was all it took. The boy's hazel eyes darted down to the shadows in the undergrowth, where he almost swore he saw a wolf-shaped shadow. There was no one there, but his imagination was already running away with him. His belly clenched with acute fear. She'd found him. They'd found him.

Despite being unable to really move anywhere anyway, Dragomir felt like he was paralyzed. His eyes swept the thicket wildly but he couldn't seem to turn his head or move a muscle; nothing but his chest, which rose and fell with rapid breaths as he began to panic.