It was a hard life walking alone. With the vanishing of the pretty white coyote, Dandelion was now finding himself wondering if he would ever find company again. Would they even stay this time around? It was hard enough already being away from his family.

Even now, he could remember the warm and happy faces of his parents. Eska and Yarrow had always been a good mother and father. Even with all of his siblings trying to get their attention, they always made room and time for their soft hearted boy.

Being up in the cold reminded him of them. A heat rose in his chest as the happy memories flooded his heart and mind. But the darkness of loneliness threated to take over it. Shrouding it like a toxic fume of dark clouds. Dandy continued through the borders that separated the northern and southern lands, each step revealing a more cautious wolf.

The morning sun baked lightly on to his pelt, relieving him of some of the cold that was trying hard to settle into his bones. With a shake of his fur to rid himself of the stiffness the cold was on setting, he continued his exploring without further fuss.