Walk it off

So uh... he was probably missed back in Lirim right about now. But when the volcano had errupted he'd been wandering beyond the bounds of the pack and when he'd tried to find them he'd found the packlands abandoned, whatever trace of where they'd gone had long been burried by the ash that coated the ground... and truth was as much as he missed his father he had long been feeling that the pack was more of a restriction than anything else to him.

So while he was worried for his family the truth was he also wasn't sure he really wanted to go back if he ever did manage to find them. Instead he hung around nearby, chosing the once fertile basin as his hideout. There was a small divet in the stone walls near one end he'd squirreled away in.  

Though he'd not failed to notice the group of wolves that had moved in around the same time Anoixi had done his best to give them as much as space as he could, but he knew sooner or later they'd have to cross paths. Or today. As the boy was returning to his little hideaway he was startled to see he'd walked right into the path of another wolf, somehow missing all the usual signs.

She was a pretty woman, only a bit shorter than himself and around his age. As he stopped short, still a safe enough distance away he couldn't help the small that left his lips.