Qeya River Agluvinik

Sandulf had not stopped. He had not eaten or rested, but barely a few times. He had run through the night and into the mornings. Each dawn bringing him a new breath of fresh air, each night covering him in cool shadows, that drew along his fur and bone.

Long limber legs had torn across the ground, through forest, and sand. Across rivers and from the Moonglow mountain. He would search out this she wolf, this @Sakhmet. 

He made it as the sun began to break across the morning of the fourth day. The sun reaching down with long fingers of fire, to curl upon his brown and black fur, and dip deep into the red of his russet paws. The scar across his jaw, pink and angry in the gentle glow of sunrise. He tipped his head back and he howled for the she wolf, leader. 

He took a moment to search along the territory border and grasp a rabbit in his maw. Always bring gifts.