Totoka River sneak

Hokulani had been met with the strangest thing when she arrived at the river territory that morning. A young man curled into himself, a pile of vomit and a pelt covered in newly picked mushrooms sitting nearby. She hadn't been sure what to think right away. Any wolf with common sense knew to stay far away from mushrooms they found, but this one seemed to have been eating them up like a 5-star delicacy.

The mushrooms had to go, however, so she quickly dumped them into the river and watched them be carried away. The man, who called himself Kekoa, had been in and out of consciousness which provided her with plenty of time to think. She recognised the suffix, koa, from old stories her parents used to tell about the West End pack. Her conclusion being that if he were not a coastal spiritualist, then he was from their bloodline, and that was nearly enough to consider keeping him. However she knew that she could not care for him, and sent Kekoa on his way when he came to.

It was midday now, and Hokulani was lounging in the grass up in the northern end of the territory. It was a good spot, and despite the poor introduction she had decided that this would be the land she claimed. There was a good view of the island, access to the ocean, and running freshwater. Everything she needed to start up her pack - except wolves.

She supposed that was the trouble. The only suitable man she had spoken to in some time had ran off, barely paying her any mind, and Hokulani wasn't about to be caught chasing anybody. She pushed out a huff, rolling onto her back. Since when did she have such bad luck?