Playing with the demons in my head

The Klein had finally returned to Boreas after his many months tasting what life outside of the lands he was born felt like. He was at that moment in life when he wanted to spread his metaphorical wings and explore beyond the familial environment he was used to. For that he had taken his time to check out the lands beyond. And after seasons of exploring and trying to find that side of his yet to discover he had returned to the lands that he used to call home. Yet he didn't know what had been of his many brothers, parents and more know wolves. He had been gone for so long that he had lost track of them and their whereabouts. Did they left too? Or did they remain here? Those and many more questions lingered on his thoughts.

The day was just starting and the morning felt warm, warm under the spring's touch. But not to the point of summer, as these upper regions tended to be colder than the rest, regardless of the season. The monochrome wolf made his way through the snowy forest, his dark and grey coat being an stark contrast with the white surroundings. He was joined by his Caracara, his only friend. She was raiding him on his back, while both scouted the region, unaware of the other wolf.

"The Talking"