Dyra

W.I.P.

Sniff. Fresh air, wind, the smell of grouse. This looks like it would make a good home.

"Well. I guess this is where we depart, correct?"

"Yes, mother. I know you want me to stay, but my heart pulls me towards the mountains. And I know you'd rather stay in the grasslands, but it's just not for me. You don't have to worry, I'm old enough to fend for myself."

"Yes, I know. I'll just miss you a lot, that's all! You're my second-born after all, and my only pup left alive. I do hope you know what you're doing, the mountains can be pretty harsh and the wolves there are cold-hearted."

"Myths, mother. I'm sure I can find a lovely mate up here! Anyway, I better be off."

"Goodbye, Dyra."

Half a day of travelling later, and Dyra had caught the scent of another wolf. "Hello? Anyone there?"

As an answer, she caught the sight of a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. Moments later, the wolf she had scented earlier appeared in front of her. It was a male, and looked to be around her age, perhaps another yearling that had just left his family pack to create his own.