Northstar Vale Le Beau Milieu de la Nuit

the black wolf traced his mother's scent, unable to rest for some odd reason. It might've been excitement, but he couldn't pin the source. 

His paws were placed carefully, keeping the wet ground from covering them in fresh mud from the river bank and soon after, he saw her. It was rare to find her so unaware. Almost worrying. 

"Mother," he called out, careful not to startle her. He gave her a nod.