Just a little change

He was careful as he crossed Boreas, and made his way north. Careful as he could be, at least. There was no denying that he’d freeze or starve if things went south. Not the most robust of his litter, that was for sure. Still, his mother’s viking blood was still hot in his veins, and that was enough. What he lacked in size, he made up for in spirit. He’s still her son, after all this time and always. Through the cold, Ivy trekked. It was almost peaceful, alone aside from his companion.

The Steppe was quiet, though he’d be stupid not to realize that he wasn’t alone. On a stiff breeze, Ivy caught it. The scent of blood. He was careful, thoughtful as he attempted to track the direction. A wolf was bleeding, but why? Who? How? Was there danger here? In his mind, likely no more than anywhere else.

As he neared the source, he called out. Better now than not at all, right? “Hello?” His voice rich, tone soft. “Are you alright?” Maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s something he can do something about. He’d have to see.