Unchained Melody

Ryan's thin coat and skinny body made him a little unfit to be anywhere where winter had too much of a hold on. Thankfully, down south it wasn't as bad. At times, the wind still bit at his pelt, and he found himself making fires a little more often than he'd like, but it was a lot better than freezing off his tail in the north. He was just wandering the area, exploring and acquainting himself with more land, when the wind brought forth the smell of a young child. Weaned, it seemed, the scent devoid of any milk, but young nonetheless, and wolf too. He decided to investigate--up ahead was what looks like the opening of a cave, as well as a shore. Could the child be searching for something in the caves?

With nose in the air and body moving, it wouldn't be hard for the pup to spot him, either by sight or sound; the wind was blowing his way. Nor would Ryan even try to hide himself, wanting his presence to be known and, therefore, not seem like he was up to no good. He soon deduced the child was not in the cavern, after a quick glance inside and absence of smell. A quick glance around the area soon brought him to the discovery: there they were, by the shore. A black shore.

Ryan walked closer, his steps slowing to a stop as he got near, keeping respectful distance. He was still on the grass itself, having come from the northwest. “Hi,” he said, a small smile on his face. He sat down and looked around again, now searching for anybody who the pup could possibly belong to. “Is your family around?” there was a bit of concern on his face, showned by the slight creasing of his brows.