Gold Digger

Cheveyo allowed his ebony paws to carry him large frame across the landscape easily. His stride was relaxed, undetermined. He had no agenda expect to meet others within these new lands. He was tired of being alone. He had encountered one male since he arrived but all that encounter did was make the hunger for companionship burn even fiercer.

His dark head was held even with his shoulders as he moved slowly. That was until a scent reached his nostrils. They flared slightly as he inhaled even deeper, searching for the source. His frame turning automatically as his paws carried him towards another male. Chevy slowed to a stop at a safe distance and observed the male quietly for a moment. He was a larger wolf, a mixture of dark ebony and cooling silver in coloration. He was digging into the soft earth before him, searching maybe?

The dark male put on a warm grin before calling out, "Hello, are you looking for something?" He asked simply. If he other did not want to interact then he had the choice to shoo Chevy away. But he also could welcome him. Cheveyo was polite almost to a fault. He did not want to intrude but he craved kinship more than nourishment anymore. Gone were the pangs of hunger and the feeling of bloodlust. They were replaced by the constant nag within his mind and burning desire to be close to another being. His father had been the same way. That's what kept his family together for so long. Their strong bond to other wolves. But they were gone, the young wolf was now alone for the first time in his life. Instinct and heart kept him from being afraid. He knew he would be ok, but he needed to find his own kind again and soon.