Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

Vass was woken from fitful slumber by his mother, and with a wide yawn splitting his jaws he almost missed his fathers call. In fact, if not for Malice's reaction, he might've ignored it. But then Mom took them outside, loosing her own howl, and led them away from the den. Where were they going? Was it fun? Monkey see monkey do was applied heavily here, and the sounds of all the howling rose excitement in Vassago. Stopping, he tipped his muzzle up high and howled his best: a melody of squealing, yipping, but mostly thank god actual howling. It wasn't as strong as his parents', or as loud, but it was only a little shaky. One day, his howl would boom, but for now, it only echoed up the hill to Burke. Unintentionally, Vassago had howled his own claim alongside his parents and packmates. 
When they came upon the hill, Vass froze. ALLLLLLLL the way up there, all the way at the top, was the grey form of his Daddy. As Malice went on, the chestnut boy fell behind, eventually slinking after them at a distance. His ears were flat against his head and he was panting rapidly, but not out of being tired.