May Your Sorrows Have a Name

Luka was curious on the area surrounding his newly formed pack's territory. While traveling over to this land, the trip was long and cold. They took it in the dead of winter, the last thing on Luka's mind was furthering his knowledge. The loss of their previous alpha made the boys have to move in search of another pack. The trip from the mountains to this dark forest took them a week. In which time did they barely sleep nor eat. With curiosity in his step Luka began to wander. His eyes, gazing up at the evergreens as tall as the sky, and sometimes to below, where tracks of deer and wolves tarnished the snow. He was in a daze of euphoria while traveling along his packs territory. Very rarely since leaving his mother's side did Luka feel this way. He was hesitant to let the moment pass.  While trotting along the snow Luka heard a bark from a wolf. As he turned a figure came into shape. His pack mate stood a few paces from him, fur contrasting deeply against the white wasteland. His ebony fur stretched across a large body, from the angle Luka seemed to match him in height. Where Luka was thin and willowy the male was broad and buff. Matching body types of his brother Scimitar. Luka sensing he was a pack mate drew closer, cutting off the distance between them until only a few feet remained. Luka let out a bark of greeting and introduced himself. "I am Luka, and you are?" Luka questioned  Iightly.