SHOW ME WRONG FROM RIGHT

Becoming a year old, wasn't a mile marker in the young wolf's life although it probably should have been given the hard-ships he had endured. He had been in Glaciem for two seasons now, under the care of Irin, he had learned to love the territory, enjoy the lands, it was home. Recently he had left, and found his sister, Devya, and had been over-joyed to find her alright. He had returned to Glaciem, happy, and more so happier to be home.

Wondering around, his gangly frame showing the signs of his young age, he had no real direction. He had learned to maneuver easily, even with the given handi-cap of being blind in one eye, it no longer phased him, no longer stumped him. He figured he could live just as well, as any other wolf. His mind wandering, he lost attention to where he was walking, until he felt himself collide. Stumbling backwards, he let out a sputter, "S-sorry!" He muttered, before realizing with a twinge of embarrassment that he was apologizing to a tree. Oh moons. What was a matter with him. Shaking his head roughly, he turned, hoping no one had witnessed his moment of idocricy, when he scented another wolf. One that he didn't know, "Hello?" He asked curiously, his tone bright. Who was this pack-mate that he didn't recognize?