Whitebark Stream I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and I broke everything

He wasn't keen to waste much time on this errand. As good as a new adventure was, Round Valley stayed at the forefront of his mind. Timberlake was ready to get back to his aunt, his cousins, Bella. . . Meeting up with far-flung family was great and all, but Round Valley was home.

The yearling crossed the glacier with some haste and his interest was piqued as the scent of wolves began to grow stronger on the other side. He followed the aroma to a stream, the tell-tale sign of border markings nearby. His nostrils flared as he tried to find something familiar within the smell—

But, of course, that was foolish. He would hardly remember anyone from childhood; it had been so long, and so much had happened.

Timberlake would have to ask around, instead. There was no way he was finding the others in good time without help. He lifted his dark muzzle and howled, his stomach twisting in anticipation as the sound rang out. Were any of them here?