Bearclaw Valley Shot out of a cannon

The young wolf veered Artyom's way, moving in to close the gap between them. He lifted his muzzle and offered another friendly sweep of his plush tail, content to see that he bore no irritation toward him for being disturbed.

His words surprised him, and his ears pricked forward. He inhaled deeply, testing the air for any sign that this tawny yearling may belong to the Hollow as he himself did, but found nothing. Artyom frowned thoughtfully; how familiar might this boy be with Terance's pack? "I am," he confirmed, and questioned: "are you from around here?"