Swiftcurrent Creek overall, it smells like the colour brown

Amazing, what a little change in perspective could do! If he had seen the Valley from this angle when he’d first come into the Wilds, maybe he would have stayed a little longer! Or maybe not. Was that the same peak of the Glacier he’d seen beyond the moraine when he’d hunted on the plains?

Boaz craned his neck a little higher just as someone sounded a bark behind him.

He dropped his paws to the ground and turned around with a casual smile.

Hey! You’ve got a pretty nice view from here, he imagined this was one of the pack wolves. Certainly by the looks of him, not one he wanted to cross. Huge! And leggy! Boaz could run, but not when his legs were half the size of the other guy’s. He turned to appraise the horizon again. Though, it would be a little better if there weren’t as many trees in the way of the mountains.

Even though his father’s stories had been anything less than idyllic, Boaz knew a lot could change in a lifetime. He was willing to give the lot of them the benefit of a doubt.