Redtail Rise if a stupid poem could fix this home

The wind brought a new scent to him when he had come down from the higher reaches to stand on flat ground once more. He looked toward the rams and found that he could not see them from this angle, and then back into the gentle sweep of the breeze.

He went toward the scent of wolf, in the end, seeking out company he was not brave enough to ask for at home. Move on, Orlaith had said, and he was determined to live up to those words, at least where his pack members could see him. But someday soon, he was going to visit Dawn and he knew he would cry, and here and now, he would seek out a stranger, and do his best to socialize so that his days would be a little less empty.

Maybe if he could mean something to someone else, he could figure out how to mean something to himself.

Before long, the other wolf came into sight. Valiant ducked his head and swung his tail, desperate to be perceived as friendly and approachable. "Hey," he said in a low woof. I won't hurt you. Please talk to me.