Emberwood the passenger

Another young wolf approached, and Ruckus braced themself for an interaction. They had, at least, come to realize that other members of this group were not a threat. Redd accepted them, and so that was enough for Ruckus to do the same... not that they were particularly keen on making friends with anybody. They weren't even terribly sure what a "friend" was. Redd was more of an obsession than anything. A guardian who had been the one constant in their life that they could recall.

Up that tree, they said, their muzzle motioning to the blurry trunk. The other tine was too far away for Ruckus to make out any particular details, though their stance did not seem threatening.