Ghost in the Winds

Summer didn't know the old russett wolf that wandered so sullenly through their kingdom. He carried an air of misery upon his shoulders like a heavy blanket. Distress was not something the yearling was unfamiliar with, so in spite of the fact that by approaching the stranger he was wading into uncomfortable waters, he pressed forward anyway.

The ebony yearling strode towards the old wolf with a neutral posture and eyes flooded with sun and concern. He chuffed a low sound to the man so as not to take him by surprise as he came. "Are you feeling alright?" Summer asked once he came near enough for the russett to hear him, his head canted and ears perked to catch his response.