The pitter-patter of messy painted paws thumping across the dark sandy shores were barely audible as a pale faintly spotted figure traversed the ice field mess known as Diamond Beach. Having made several wrong turns into unforgiving territory, Kesho was now forced to battle the elements of nature in order to stumble upon a way home. Lucky the hyena was able to grow a coat thick enough to assist him in resisting for now, but it was only a temporary solution. For it hardly offered much protection like the storm that was sure to come.

The young beast had been on his own for some time now. Not all others were as kind as his first encounter, nor were any the same species as he. The wolves known as wolves defended their homes and themselves with intend ferocity. In the end he’d always leave or run away. This time wouldn’t be any different from before.

As he traveled further down the beach, two strange wolves found their way into his line of sight, one was even in the water. A groaning whine of unease slipped through his lips as he slowly began to back away. Clearly not comfortable enough to push his luck with beckoning himself any closer than he needed to be.