Ocean's Breath Plateau this is your story

Life on his own was different in ways he had not expected. Raiyuk wasn't truly alone—he still visited his father's lodge often, and made sure to put himself forward to Rodyn when men were needed to patrol, hunt, or fish. All the work fed in to his own personal pride; however, something was missing and Raiyuk couldn't figure out what, exactly.

He patched up his own lodge when necessary. He visited with his father's wives and made his appearances where necessary so that his siblings would know him. As the days wore on, Raiyuk assumed the role of a bachelor surrounded by the many friendly faces of his village. He bore his scars as a mantle of power.

On this particular day, he was returning to the shore after a long morning upon the beach. Among his finds were clusters of mollusks held together by a network of their own creation; he had some fish slung over a shoulder with that, and a wreath of seaweed he could dry for other uses. The sea had darkened his fur from his chest down, making the dark points of his body even more toasted in contrast.

His eye trailed up the path and he saw a dark figure, someone he did not recognize, and as he passed he gave a small but friendly nod with the intent to side-step around them.