Sunspire Mountains Back in my hometown

The other wolf’s body language didn’t fly any red flags, but Dusty still stayed low until Shey was practically on top of him. Only then did he pop up, returning the greeting with a cautiously cheerful, “Hey. I’m Dusty.”

He didn’t mind getting close, since Shey smelled strange and interesting to him as well. His black nose twitched as he investigated, but none of the scents he’d learned to look out for were present on this pelt.

They were exactly a month apart, and might even grow to be about the same size — but for the moment, Shey outweighed him by a good few pounds. Since the wolf was friendly, he didn’t think much of this inherent threat.

“You’re all alone,” he told the other wolf, sounding just a little bit disappointed. Mainly, however, he was curious: how long had that been going on?