Sleepy Fox Hollow Sea born

Donnie only looked up when he felt a splatter of water than announced the sliding stop of another wolf. The boy who approached looked to be a yearling, perhaps about the same age as Anselm. There was concern on his features, but Donnie did not register any words he spoke. Above the high ringing in his ears, there was little else to be heard.

He moved to go with the young, sand-pelted man but could not keep up. He whimpered longingly, and sat back down, before laying on his stomach to spare his feet the pain.