Northstar Vale [j] The Tears of Agea

Kanti was exhausted, that much he could admit to himself. Traveling in the dead of winter, alone, with very little food and shelter made only of dirt made a wolf tired. Especially one of small bodied with little heat to offer himself in the first place. The mountains of home prepared him for winter, but not for line lack of food. His family pack  had always managed to scavenge some type of game to eat. Kanti was not a wolf that had the ability to prey on a grown ungulate by his lonesome. Eventually after many days which seemed like moons Kanti caught scent of a pack. He pitched himself to the outsides of their territory not daring to go any closer to the vale in-between the two vast mountains. 

Kanti wandered towards these mountains because they reminded him of home. The yearling had no idea if a pack was here, he just wanted a place that was familiar. When he wandered close to the territory in the dead of the night he noticed a stream that traveled through the vale. This made Kanti giddy with excitement. He was bred for hunting fish and rabbits in the mountains. Small bodies and quick catching fish was easy for him. His prowess as a fish hunter was his ego booster. Kanti after finding out this couldn't wait to meet the wolves. When the sun rose the next day the youth ran towards the territory. Waiting on the edges he let out a long howl. Higher in pitch but the message was clear. He wanted to join, but he needed to meet wolves.