Along the Western Wall

He padded along the wall, moving along the outside as he studied the exterior. It certainly looked impenetrable from here. In another season, he though perhaps the pack and himself would be able to raise its height by at least another foot, provided materials didn’t run scarce. The river bordering the southern edge of the territory was starting to look bare of stones.

The top of the wall was wide enough to fit two average sized wolves abreast now, and ramps had begun to be constructed at intervals. It shouldn’t be too difficult for warriors to leap down from the wall and crash into an attacking wolf, and he nodded to himself at the thought… something to incorporate into training, perhaps.

He was contemplating going north to explore again, but first, there was something he wanted to do, and he grinned at the thought. His daughter had been delighted to inform him of her meeting wit ha young wolf named Amos Allentide, and he had decided to see what this wolf was about.

As he reached the western wall’s passage, he stopped, settling his haunches to the ground as his head lifted, muzzle to the sky, and he howled long and loud for the boy, by name.