Whitefish River My future looks like one big past

For any of my future packmates. OBP.

Aiolos needed to move both swiftly and silently, a practice which he had done time and time before with a need to keep himself unnoticed on the sidelines from puppyhood onto living on an island full of ill tempered women. Now it was because he was passing pack territory upon the plateau, a place he had once stood upon when it had been vacant. He had no intentions for idle meet and greets. He was on a mission, following the river to the ocean as he had a number of times before in order to find a new home near the sea where he felt he truly belonged. Night had only just fallen and as often he roamed the night, he had no intention of slowing down any time soon....