Being as quiet as the little pup was, had its advantages. No sooner did he react when the sounds of crunching leaves and pine came up behind him. The white pup turned quickly, trying to catch sight of who was watching him. Eyes grew wide with both fear and also wonder. The wolf in front of him, not too far away, was absolutely huge compared to him. Indigo eyes stared back, holding him in place.

Yet it was the soft scent of spruce that made him stay, for it strangely reminded him faintly of home. At least what memories of home he had left. Sitjariaq still kept silent however, still not yet finding it in him to be able to speak to the locals. If only there was one here who could understand him and accept him. Surely there had to be someone out there. Right?