Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

He wandered, paws aching and tired. A pink tongue lolled in a pant, breath hot against his teeth. He'd wandered, but he did not exactly know how long, or where exactly he'd gone. Anywhere but the wildflower meadow that made his heart hurt to think of.

Fallen Sun stopped for a drink, lowering his head at a pool of water and lapping at the surface.

But something was off, something he did not anticipate so soon. He lifted his muzzle to the air and took a deep sniff. The hair on the back of his neck stood at attention.

Wolves. A pack was near, and he knew he had to be careful.