Dawnlark Plains white sun, the upswing

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Dante's chest heaved with breath, life pulsing through the boy from his recently-earned runners high. He'd found himself compelled to explore lately, flitting this way and that with his leggy form. He'd been trying to get a better picture for the surrounding territories the past few days, but the heat had skyrocketed that day. Dante had instead been running along the edges of the developing borders, trying to catch enough speed to have some illusion of wind whip hs face. The young boy had been longing for the comforts of the tide more than usual that day, perpetually disappointed when the cool seabreeze he found himself awaiting never arrived. The shade of the Willows was just fine, but it would never come close to the shiver-inducing brush of the waves upon one's toes. 

The young man was finally cooling down, walking underneath the trees' weeping branches, when he heard the call ring out. His ear perked instantly, sleek head swiveling towards the direction the clear voice had come from. Just as it had slowed, the lazy trot he'd adopted quickly developed back to a light jog as he worked his way in the howl's direction. It wasn't a familiar voice- that, Dante was almost completely sure of, he'd taken the time to memorize the calls of his new packmates. When he found himself nearing the source, the boy wound down his movements, padding softly through the foliage as he searched. He gave a soft chuff when he came upon a silvery figure several metres away, his tail wagging softly so as not to cause the stranger so much alarm. 'Lo, he spoke softly, eyes wide with curiosity but body tensed just slightly, poised to run if the wolf were to become aggressive.