The day was beautiful, the sun shining upon the golden fur of his back. It was peaceful, another day in his life that was full of chance and promise. What better way to spend the day than trying to better himself? Félicien would pad along, focusing on trying to follow one particular scent or another to work on his tracking skill. He knew Sorrel’s well enough to follow after his brother, to see where he had been. He knew that tracking a wolf was not the same as tracking prey... But starting somewhere was always good. Besides... Sharpening your skills was never a bad thing.
A howl, foreign, would reach his ears and Féli would pause. He would frown, tail swishing back and forth as he started to pad in the direction of the borders. His frown was thoughtful, not displeased, as he came closer. A scared female with bicolored eyes stood there, and the boy would soon find his tail wagging slowly back and forth. “Good day to you miss. Is there something you need with the pack of Threar?” He wasn’t his aunt Novella or Frith, but perhaps he could at least deduce why this female had come here today.
