Great Bear Wilderness Autumn arrived in colorful hues

It flies in a blink of an eye :)

Rodyn missed his mother more than almost anyone, except his sister Bula, and the younglings, but he hadn't known them long before his father had sent him packing.

Rodyn shook his head. No, I will stay here, and I would not be welcome home anyway. My father is the patriarch of the woods. Once the males turn 2, he chases us out of the pack lands and we are no longer welcome.

He sighed and scuffed the dirt, the thought in his head. I would never do that. Here just from the few wolves I've seen, it seems that my father's way is a bit harsher than it should be. Though I love him and he has helped to shape me. I will not follow his example.