Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

Vague regarding his pack situation, chained or not, Valdemar is content to follow the stereotype of his family; travel and wander about. Not only driven by his father’s genes, but his way of life—nomadic he’d been for the first three years of his life, and now that he seeks to settle down it’ll be difficult to change habits so soon.
Valdemar is eager for it though, since it is the sort of change he thinks he needs. For now, he explores to his heart’s content, curious of what else the Wilds have in store. If they hold more nostalgia, or new discoveries around each bend. He’s in the midst of planning lunch when he spots the coywolf—a poor lad doubling in size with loose hair flying every which way. Having a thick coat, albeit short as it is, Valdemar sympathizes.
Needa helpin’ hand? He teases in lieu of greeting, approaching the stranger with a good natured grin and wag of his curled tail.