Porcupine Ridge catcalls and mercy blows

Anselm was lucky today. Many wolves weren’t so fortunate. 

He had found a kind stranger and with his guidance, returned to home. His heart soared to think of seeing his mother again, his siblings — his father. 

With a final wave of his tail Anselm trotted deep into the heartland, a buoyancy to his steps all there because of a good soldier named Reyson.