Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

having been a bit rattled by his experience in the mountains with the ruddy young man, it was a relief to hear this male offer his name in an open and friendly manner. aditya respected good humor in a wolf, and it was with this respect that he bowed his head graciously, smiling.

"my name is aditya," he responded, with a flick of his banner tail. "do you wander alone? or do you have family nearby?"

he took in the other male's appearance. strong, with a pelt that seemed to carry every color under the sun, from nearly red to black to white to brown. he was missing half an ear; battle markings, adi surmised. morningside could do with a wolf of strength. . .

he shrugged off the thought, leaving it be for now. he would first hear this man out, then decide whether to offer an invitation. no need to be hasty.