Broken Boulder haven't seen you much of late

@Reyson

For three day cycles he had hunted, slept and marked around the great rock. It was a sound place to call home, but the boy was a wanderer at heart and thus would not stay here much longer. 

Now that he had recovered from the journey to The Wilds he felt at ease, or at least as much as Sakina could feel so. The yearling was ready to explore his new surroundings, settling down was not even within his minds gaze. Twelve moons or less from now would be the time for that, when the canine females once again were slaves to their instincts. 

Sakina was but a child still, it was within his nature to take things recklessly. Nothing was serious, at least, that's what other yearlings may have felt. To him, the coming years would be dreaded. He did not want pups, or a family, or a pack. He simply wished to be Sakina. 

Bathing atop the great shattered rock, he gave a soft yawn, eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the sun bearing down on his russet coat.