Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

He had wandered from the island he had come to call his home, though he would return to them before the moon was at its highest. Hviske, the whisper of the sea, thought himself a wanderer. 

The yearling, now grown almost to adulthood, set about exploring the area beyond the isle. First, the nearby territory, and then, well, who knew what? He wasn't sure. No plan of his had planned out, and he'd long since stopped trying. He'd learned to hunt, and perhaps a little fighting. Playing with the pups as they were young, though he doubted they'd remember.

It was on this day that he traversed the coast of the mainland, a place familiar and yet unknown to his paws. 

The sunset was beautiful, and it was times like this that his forest-borne heart yearned for a life he'd never return to. Streaking colors painted memories upon his mind as if they were but faded echoes of dreams. A snowflake fell on his nose, and it is then the grey-backed wolf finally discovered that he was not alone.