Northstar Vale The year of the wasp

Large paws carried the wolf along the borders of his new home. Irritable from his arrival he had made the choice to walk; to walk until he grew tired of it.

He imagined that his mother would be glad to see him arrive, yet she was too focused on the younger brother whom had been left behind. How annoying!

Lifting his head an unfamiliar figure was spotted ahead of him. Eyes squinted, he attempted to get a better look.