A Lord of Time

He had scurried about across the woods in a bustle. He was darting from place to place following his strict training pawkour regiment. It was funny that something so physically draining could be so fun! He hadn't even notice the other white wolf lurking about and nearly ran into him. However, he managed to put the breaks on his steady run in time to stop just inches away from the wolf. He hastily backed up and looked at the wolf with guilt ridden in his eyes. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry that I almost hit you!" He was quick to apologize as he shook some of the dirt from his pure white pelt.


His cerulean blue orbs examined the man who was probably twice the young pups age. Perhaps one year at most, maybe two. He seemed nice enough but the boy didn't know whether or not he should trust him. After all it was just another lone wolf who could be evil. He had a cautious look to his face as he waited for a response to his apology.