Allons - y Alonso!

[Alonso]

Alonso was taken aback. Just as he had hoped to get to know this new wolf better she had jumped up and left. He lay still on the grass hearing the sounds of her sprinting back to her territory and felt a sudden stab of loss. “Don’t be idiotic! You barely knew her for.” He thought to himself as he got up and trotted back to the stream. He battled with himself pointing out that she was the first friendly person he had met at Nova Scotia and he was hence simply pining for more company. It was true that Alonso, belonging to a traditional wolf pack, had never been without his family for any long period of time. Living in his own had been especially rough on the Mexican wolf because he was so unused to hunting on his own and was never really sure what to do when facing a prey alone. However, there was something more. Mexican wolves were so fixed in their ideas of territory and pack that Alonso had never really experienced life outside the pack’s borders. The past few months he had been more involved in pining for his pack and getting away from Mexico safely that he had had little chance to enjoy the wonders of his travels. Meeting Kiara had brought that all to the front of his mind with full force. She was as far away from home as he was and yet she seemed so full of life and fun. It filled him with a longing – to be able to see the world through the Arctic Wolf’s eyes.

Alonso sighed as he got up and went his way looking for game. He would come back later to the same area and he would come back often, all in the hope of meeting Kiara again. But for now he left the Bay area and sprinted off to explore these new lands that he had found himself in.


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