Broken Antler Fen I wish I was special

Spring and Summer were more of the Mackenzie’s tempo when it came to seasonal affairs. To revel in the rebirth and bloom of the Earth during the warmer months, the Thawdrift was the unconventional type of male who had no qualms frolicking amongst flowers all afternoon or sun lounging on a warm boulder for the day without a care in the world. Autumn and Winter had their notable characteristics as it was a time for pack bonding; keeping warm amongst each other, helping each other survive the frost, and spending more interpersonal time with one another.
 
This was the first Winter of Haiku’s life where he was alone. Though he could not resist the pull of wanderlust at his paws, deep down his soul duly ached for the company of his former pack. He felt nostalgic for times he and his twin sister attempted to ‘skate’ across frozen lakes and when their entire family brought down the largest game of the season to feast on. Those fond memories pushed him through the toughest travel days. Ironically, it inspired him to keep going.
 
At his usual trot, it considerably slowed when his nose picked up scents. They seemed quite faint yet and elusive to get an accurate sniff of, being ignorant to the fact a pack was forming here. Eventually crossing the faded tracks of the cougar himself, they intermingled with a second pair of canine tracks that caught his interest. Haiku decided to follow the fresh prints until in the distance a gray-colored wolf was seen on the beat. ”Hey!” Haiku barked, loping a couple of strides forward to get closer proximity but eventually slowing to a respected distance. ”Know where that cougar went?” He inquired, giving a swish of his tail.