Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

Now that was a good question.

Malik stared into the trees with a far off gaze, as if he were searching for an answer where he could not see. Up until this point he had no plans - he knew that he probably wasn't going to just be wandering around forever, but he had accepted the fact that he might not encounter other wolves and he may have to rough it out as a loner. He was experienced enough, he was prepared for it.

"I'm not really sure..." The agouti male responded. "I guess I'm just leaving everything up to fate, you know?"

Fond memories of being surrounded by loved ones filled Malik's head with warmth and longing - he couldn't recognize the blurred faces he saw, but he knew that these wolves were his packmates, his family. Wrestling with a smaller female, hunting with the older males, laughing to the stories an elder told him... They were all faint, but the familiarity and fondness he felt made him long to know who they were.

"I only remember bits and pieces, but I don't remember much from being a pup," Malik replied. "I had a family in a place called Yellowstone before all this... I just don't know what happened to them."