Deepwood Weald if we shine

He prowled on, quite content with himself, and keen to drink in the scenery that accompanied the small waterway. It is already further in that he has ever gone before, especially on a solo trip, but he is also coming into an age where he is hungry for his own experiences--and wielding just enough perception of what spread before them that he is confident to dip his toes, at least in this stretch of the wilds.

First, it was only a noise that gave him pause. Over the stream's sounds, however, he did not immediately know the details and he moved himself onto the shoreline in full to listen better. Still.. he had his doubts, and proceeded slowly until a voice (a young one) called out. Given this cue to follow, he turned instantly towards the source, navy eyes swift to narrow and the rest of his gait to follow for a few curious steps.

It was a very young wolf, not far from the age of his siblings if his guess was correct. That unfamiliarity, paired over the youthfulness brought up a wary half-ripple of his hackles and tilt to his head. Where was his family? Antares never knew pups to not have a watchful eye or three over their shoulders. Some distrust in the situation came with this knowledge, he sensed as he gathered up his own height out of his lonesome lurking mindset. What? he asked back, not so loudly, but his confidence had solid ground to stand upon at least. He closed more of the distance between himself and the little boy as well, not yet entirely aware of the girl, and wondered what he was supposed to do with this finding--for it was not exactly what he expected here, neither was he equipped to handle such foreign young.