Horizon Ridge Turning Angel Wings to Dust

Kanti was still a naive wolf. Even in his young age leaving his family pack was something that was necessary. Coming from snow tipped mountians and flowing deep rivers made him patient. Hunting along the banks of rivers and near crevices turned any wolf into a cautious being. One wrong step could cost you your prey, and if you are unlucky enough your life. Hearing only the howling wind and the dripping of water from the snow cracked mountians transformed him into a listener. In some of his loneliest times the whispering wind was the only thing keeping him company. 

Kanti had an inherent want...need to be with wolves, but on occasion he desired to be alone. Now was not the time for that emotion. While wandering from the mountains. Kanti ran across a pack near the coast. Their dense aroma surrounded Kanti's nose and ran through his fur entangling and pushing his own scent away. Kanti remained on alert. His senses hung on full blast like a hare deep in the snow plated mountains. As of now he stayed to the outside of their territory. Making sure if he did come across he had an appropriate escape route if things went south. The scents of the strangers lay all around him. He picked out a few fresh scents a female and a male, but nothing more could he locate. Kanti was curious, he wanted to know more about these wolves. Kanti prepared himself for a call to all the nearby wolves. Head risen, throat open. "What am I doing, this could be the end of me." 

And he howled.