Golden Glade Melodies of Fleeting Chances

Lykos softened. The boy was obviously missing his family and he was spooked. “what’s your name kid? why are you out all alone, not smelling of others. you seem too young to be away from a pack and out on your own.” He asked gently, keeping his slight distance though as to not spook him. “I am Lykos, a coywolf of the pack over here, Two Rivers Isle.”