Shadewood something wild calls me home

jumping in w permission!

There came a point in the day were the yearling realized he hadn’t had any water. Such a simple necessity he seemed to forget of each day.
He made his way towards a stream, chilled by the snowmelt that floated within it. It was there he came across another wolf poking about at his bank. A stranger, much to his surprise.
eh… what are you doing? His perplexes expression matched his tone.