The young male would find himself wandering up the lands. Having been washed up ashore, memories of his past old and yet still fresh, however, he would retain some memory of the part of him that was slowly losing itself. He knew not where he was nor where he was going. Had no idea how he had even gotten here, but it was here that he was. The mud brown male trotted slowly across the lands, the scenery shifting into that of tropical eastern territories to mountainous snow and pines. It was a drastic change for him, for all he knew was flat lands and open fields touched only by the sun and wind. Old memories flooded back, memories of running beside his siblings as they played tag or chased down the swiftest of prey. Oh how he missed them...perhaps one day, he would see them again. Until then, he could only remain hopeful.
He had traveled far, and it wasn't until he was near an area unknown to him that he would stop. Honey glowing eyes searched the perimeter, and so he would continue at a slower pace. Paws crunching atop the white snow that littered the ground. He had never seen it before, and so it would intrigue him. But it was not the snow that intrigued him as much as what he saw next. For a black figure nearby would catch his attention, stopping in his tracks several yards from the border lines, he would watch in silence. Never had he seen a wolf as black as night, not another color upon him. For his family and tribe were mostly browns mixed with little bits of black among a few other basic colors. His own pelt carried small strips of black, but not as much as this particular wolf. The feathers on his ear blew gently against his fur, stance rigid as he kept his gaze on the black wonder before him.