Whitebark Stream And so it begins

he had spent much time exploring the ins and outs of his new home—that was weird to think about. his new home. he had never thought of a place beyond his family's land as 'home,' and even this territory hadn't reached that lofty place in his heart. still, he figured that if he was here for the foreseeable future, it was home, and thus he should know it somewhat well.

surya was moving past one of the dens when he noticed movement inside, and came closer, intrigued. it was not artyom's mate and her pups, nor the other whelping mother. . . no, this wolf was alone, and as he stuck his nose inside with a chuff, his nostrils found the smell of. . .herbs?

what are you doing? the yearling inquired, chipper and curious and completely oblivious to any emotional strife the woman might be facing that present moment.