Ginta

There is little to say about this wolf. It seems that even after a couple of three inquiries about the identity of this mysterious friend, very little information was collected in the end. His name is Ginta. Another immigrant from a foreign territory, where he did not succeed. According to Sitruunaruoho, he has no hobbies, no mate, no puppies, only the position of a scout. And he almost does not communicate with the members of the pack. In general, not a wolf, but a walking mystery covered in darkness!
One evening, you were walking along a beaten path to the meeting place with Gruma. The sky is starry, beautiful, it would be a sin not to look. And so you walked with your mouth open at the sparkling heavenly embankment, until a dastardly snag turned up under your paws, breaking your stride. It was too late to catch yourself and you already felt the impact on the cold ground with your guts, but your breath was knocked out by a sharp contact with something ... Soft? Having quickly returned firmly to all four paws, you saw a black-brown, strong, small figure, carefully offering its withers to soften the fall. Ginta!

"You have to be more careful. You won't even collect your bones if you wander around the forest like a dissolute puppy with your mouth open."- The scout scolded unpleasantly, but fairly, which caused a biting feeling of shame to flare up under your skin.

Ginta, however, did not say another word. He shook his silvery undercoat from your presence and walked away towards the camp, holding his tail relaxed and his head not high.