Whitefish River Bridges you burn

A short time passed.
He thought he was mistaken, or that the wolves here had moved on.
No, the rain would have washed the scent away. These markings were done recently.
He strode into the territory, looking for his Mother.
Foolish of him to do so, but he wanted to know.

Though, before he could get too far, his Mother formed before his through the soft mist of the day.
Her accomplice was completely ignored for the time as he ran to her with a cry of delight.
"Mama!"

He slowed, not wanting to barrel her over, but still couldn't stop himself from being overwhelming.
He licked at her muzzle, dropping himself below her. He was so happy!
It was all by chance he'd managed to find her.
Connor introduced himself, and Rowan sat up, tail still thumping at the ground.
"I'm Rowan."
He wondered who this Connor actually was. Was he Mama's friend? Rowan still didn't know what a dad really was, Minnow didn't have a very good explanation and he needed to get back.

He looked to Moonshadow.
"I've been with Tundra in Rusalka. They helped me after that woman from the mountains that yelled at me had attacked me," he hoped she remembered. Or maybe she didn't because of Star.
He looked over to Connor again, trying to figure out who he was. Probably just a packmate.