Wheeling Gull Isle Lavender sunsets

It had only been a couple of days since he had been accepted into the pack by the Huángdì. They had spent a little time together as she had shown him around the island. After the tour, he was left to find a den to call his own. He had stumbled across a couple that were already claimed before he found one that was without any scent markings. 

It was strange and almost surreal, knowing he was in a pack. He wondered how his brothers were fairing and if they had found a pack. It seemed unlikely that Sang-eo and Yeon-eo would separate. They were liked one pup when they had been born; one pup always shadowing the other; they were inseparable. And even if they hadn't found a pack to call their own, they would still be alright, so long as they stayed together.

All these thoughts of his family had pressed him out of his new den. He hadn't felt it easy to rest when he had been traveling on his own. Knowing he was in the safety of a pack made it easier up to rest, and so he had. But with the thoughts of his family on his mind, he came out to clear away the homesickness.

A familiar, calming scent had led the wolf to a field of lavender. Some of the lavender stalks rustled and the newcomer noticed a flicker of black fur. The wolf pushed carefully forward through the lavender and found a slight she-wolf settled in the patch she seemed to have been rolling in.

My mother used to do that. He said it gently, so hopefully not to startle the female.

Sorry for the delay @Daiyu ❤️