Test Your Luck

Jakart wiggled his toes into the ground and tensed his legs, leaping suddenly at the lemming that poked its head out of the burrow at the base of the sapling. The rodent saw the wolf coming and ducked back in an instant before Jakart's paws stamped over the hole. The male let out a huff of disappointment as he looked up to survey the thicket. He sniffed, nose tingling at the scent of heat. Ebony was close by, and with it females. But this smelled much closer. More familiar.

The male sniffed and brushed some dirt over the hole for what it was worth and headed towards the direction of the scent, scarred limbs carrying him closer and closer. His grey pelt brushed against the thicket, a few burrs catching his left side as he rounded the bend. Jakart almost ran right into her. An old packmate. An old friend. Callisto. A wide smile broke across his muzzle at the sight of her. It had been... one year, since they had met? Two? Jakart couldn't remember, time blurring over with the deaths of his parents and the heartache that came with it. "Callisto." The male breathed, grin still stuck on his maw. "It has been awhile has it not?" He hopped on his forelegs once. Jak was happy to see her. To know that someone he knew was still around to talk to.