It seemed like only yesterday that the pup had come to these lands. Now appearing nearly full grown, the white and black mottled wolf was starting to look more and more like an adult. Though without a large amount of muscle mass, he was still tall and becoming a little heavier boned. However he still remained lanky in the limbs, making him appear rather awkward at first. What hadn't changed for Sitjariaq was the lack of being vocal. A trait that seemed to stick with him ever since he was taken away from his parents into this world.

Per usual, it bothered him not even in the slightest. For he was comfortable in a world of silence, cherishing a moment's peace as he wandered off into the thicker parts of the forest without the watchful eyes of his pack. Growing a little more independent as the days were going on, it was becoming more and more clear that he was meant to be a wanderer at heart.

Sitjariaq had continued his explorations, following a shallow stream that was flowing through the forest. But before he had made his way too far down, the sight of another wolf, a bit older then him, made him stop in his tracks. Instead the young wolf simply watched with quiet curiosity, olive eyes wondering what they were doing here all by themselves. Though he didn't grow too much concern, for in the end, it wasn't entirely his business.