Where the Buffalo Roam

He had returned to the lands he once called home, not this particular land, but he was born in the South and it was the Southern part of Boreas he would return to first. There was no scent nor sight of his parents, both his fathers seemingly gone without a trace. How long had they been gone? He couldn't remember the last time he had seen them, and though he might have been saddened at one point when he was younger, he was just the smallest bit disheartened that there was no sign of them anywhere. Perhaps it was his upbringing with the rogues he had run with not too long ago that he felt steeled against the sadness and any other feelings he might have had now. He didn't feel attached to his parents anymore, especially since he hadn't gotten to spend much time with them beyond his puphood. Was that normal?

Moving across the knolls, he paused at the top of a rise when a small herd of buffalo came into view. Part of him wanted to rush down and scatter the herd, the other part of him told him not to. He didn't know if one of the bulls might charge at him if it decided to perceive him as a threat, not that one lone wolf could take any of them down. But still, large prey animals like that were often unpredictable and he wouldn't take his chances. Moving along, he soon spotted another male similarly colored like himself. He stopped several feet away, unsure about how to proceed. Did he approach? Or did he keep his distance? He smelled of a pack, and the slightest hint of longing flickered in his mind. Was being in a pack even worth it? The life of a loner wasn't too bad. After all, he had managed to survive on his own for this long...hesitant, Cepheus remained where he was and pretended not to notice the other male...

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