the things you can't have

FitzDutiful was on his way down the mountain when he noticed the scent of another wolf on the air. Curious as to who would be at his borders without announcing themselves, he wandered in that direction. As it was, the direction he was heading was towards the bay and the sea - the way that he wanted to go. It was the one area that he hadn't been to in order to explore the plant life that grew that side of the mountain.

As he approached, the white gangly looking pup caught his eye and Fitz walked towards him with a neutral approach in his body. The youngster wasn't doing anything wrong and FitzDutiful didn't want the mountan's pack to gain a reputation of being unapproachable. "Hello there," he said when he got close enough to see the speckles on the white-one's fur.

"Is there a way that I can help you?"