got love

His father had left early that morning without a word and hadn't even bothered to tell him. His father had become more aloof after they had been pulled back out to sea, while before he had been eager to teach him about herbs and spar playfully with himn lately he had become cold and distant. Perhaps the fault had been with him. Was he simply too old now that he was a juvenile? The steely look that had fallen over his once frantic father's composure made him uneasy. They had both hunted relentlessly after they had made landfall, until his father had regained most of his strength.

Today. his father had simply said and that was that. They plunged back into the sea, tossed by the waves, this time with his father in the lead while he struggled to keep pace with him. The thought left a chill in the pit of his stomach.

He slipped from the den they had hastily dug the night before and gone to explore, his thoughts in turmoil as he wandered aimlessly. His tail tucked as pack scents surrounded him. There were two reasonably sized packs bordering these lands and the thought of being caught by either made him nervous. A pale figure landed on a rock beside him, sending him bolting a measure of distance away, his eyes wide and his fur on end. She didn't smell of either pack, but the scent of other wolves was on her. He dropped low, terrified and ready to flee, calling for his father.