Qeya River Twilight

The journey was over, for now. Soon they would begin the long trek that would have them hunting the caribou through many different territories. It would be tough, he knew, but it would be invigorating.

He skirted the territory as he often did, meandering along the borders and past them- hoping he might find some trace of scent that was from a time before this one.

His heart slammed to a halt in his chest, when he caught the scent of his son. 

Darrow? His voice faltered. @Darrow! More certain now, that he could tell it was real. He howled, hoping that fate might restore one blessing to him.