Blacktail Deer Plateau bluewater

After settling in, the pack had become busy. There were borders to establish and mark, caches to start filling for the winter, and four children to keep an eye on, among all the other daily demands of living in the wild. For the growing boy, it meant more and more independence as well as responsibility. Nothing to be taken too seriously yet- so while he'd been trailing behind his mother on his patrol, he fell behind when he stopped to investigate some interesting scents, and ended up getting left behind. 

Nothing to be concerned, about, of course. His parents had a fairly relaxed view on parenting, and Baldr had already learned a couple tough life lessons on his own- enough to teach him how to be reasonably careful. 

He stopped to drink from the stream that bordered their territory, before noticing a slim, golden-furred wolf in the distance. She wasn't on their borders, but she was within sight of them, wasn't she? So...That meant she was probably a visitor? He tilted his head back and called out with a couple high, childish whoops so that his packmates would be alerted. Then, altogether proud of his contribution, he sat, smiling, and tail thumping against the streambank.