For a stroll

The Warlord warmed his paws by the great central firepit. The chill was thick in the morning air, and he was grateful that the wind was blocked by the great mountain at his back. The pack had slowly grown into their home in the Col, and the place was starting to feel a great deal more like home. He believed a part of him would always miss the beach, but perhaps a fresh start was what they all needed. He wasn’t the same wolf he had been when he had claimed the Plains, after all.

As he turned away from the fire pit, he caught sight of Keahi as she moved through the central space. He raised a paw to her, and offered her a warm smile in greeting. “Keahi!” he called out. “Would you like to scout with me?”


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