Whitebark Stream It's me defending in suspense

surya was immediately drawn to the wolf laying down, staring morosely ahead. he was all too familiar to the yearling. well—not for himself, but for his looks. his dark pelt and green eyes reminded him of his mother, and he felt a yearning as he stared from afar, a need to fling himself into embrace.

but despite all his wishing, this was not his mother but a stranger, a big, muscled man whose charismatic looks belied his depressed mien. still, surya was curious, and wandered closer with a chuff. he didn't necessarily want to bother the other wolf. . .but his new packmate looked like he could use a friend. maybe.

hello, he greeted warmly, sitting back on his haunches a few paces away. care for some company?