Blue eyes looked at the wondering rabbit, its ears twitching in the search of a predators noise but with a relaxed body. It did not know he was stalking behind it from a distance. The hunting lessons of ages ago had done the boy well. Though, he was a man now as his date of birthing had passed. Alder had been quiet about the day, not withing to bring to light the passing of such an occasion. He was a yearling, and with that would bring him more responsibility and pressure to be an adult. The male took no credit for the things he had done so far. Indeed he noted them in his head, but they were small feats and he was not one to be proud and boast. The most honorable he felt was the stallion he had traded the mare for from the tribe of AniWaya. The black and white steed was his new prize, and the perfect companion for the shy and quiet wolf.
Hawthorn had been left behind, to his dismay, as the wolf went to hunt. He could not use a bow, and so hunting from the horse's back was not feasible. It was his lupus form that he crouched in, limber though large and able to take down a beast as large as a buck. Though his prey of choice was a small hare.
The bunny stood still, and Alder figured he had been found. But before he could take to chase there was a voice on the wind. The rabbit sprinted away, leaving the blue eyed wolf to contemplate who had been howling, and for him not less. It had been his name, hadn't it? He wondered as he stood to his full four legged height and turned into the wind that had carried the tune. Instinct made him tip his head and return the call, though it was a hesitant song and he padded towards the border in the search for the maker with his tail low.
Keen nose found his quarry, and his form turned more jovial as he realized that it was his brother that looked for him. A visit that had been planned in the depths of Winter. Alder's tail waved behind him as the brink furred wolf came into view, a smile on his face. For a moment he couldn't find the words, his tongue lost in the excitement that he felt.
Welcome Oak! He finally spoke, his grin wide and goofy.
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