Chimera Fields Do we both confide?

His wanderings took him this way and that. Draper the wanderer, as he had taken to calling himself in his head. He was a Featherwind by blood, and he still claimed that name, but what use was it when there were no others like himself in the area? The only one he had come across was half-wolf, and Charles hadn't even known where his blood came from. He claimed to be without a father, but one look at him had told Draper everything he'd needed to know. Which reminded him, he should swing by and see if he couldn't check in on the kid. That was at least one friendly face he could count on being around, right?

Draper didn't know exactly where Charles lived, but he figured if he could get close enough to his home, his scent might be prevalent enough for the coyote to pick up on it. He headed in the general direction of the fen, remembering that was where he'd met Charles. He couldn't live too far away from there, right?

The clouds overhead made it more difficult to see as the sun went down, and Draper figured this was as good a place as any to settle in for the night. At least, he thought that until he spotted the lone figure in the distance, stark white coat against the backdrop of the night. The coyote's enlarged ears honed in on the other canine, watching from afar to see if she might chase him off. If experience had taught him anything, it was that waiting and watching was a good first step. Approaching wolves had long since been removed from his first moves.