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.

Dandy did his best to feel a little more at ease, He walked through the blushing red fields with a softness akin to a little bunny, the aura around him most likely filled to the brim with soft and warm colors. With mixed matched eyes, he surveyed the area with childlike wonder. Even with the blanket of snow, it was possible to see the faint hints of green and red showing. A clear indication that spring was trying hard to make its debut. He would have taken in more of the herbal scents, if it wasn't for something else getting his attention.

The strong hints of honey and vanilla hit his nose like a slap to the face, although much nicer. Who brought the smell was even pleasant to look at, but not in the way most men thought of course. He was too innocent for that. A child of a rose tinted pelt came calmly walking over to him, her eyes of silvery lilac filled with a cute curiosity. Her voice was like that of a pretty bell. Oh, hello there. Where did you come from? Flowers? Oh I might be. Dandelion was startled and cautious at first. He wondered where the puppy's parents were and looked around for a moment before meeting the girl's gaze again. I'm Dandelion. What's your name, sweet one?

The young child was beaming with bright and happy energy. She came right up to him, fascinated by his name. Yes young one. I am named after the flower. My siblings are named after other plants too. Dandy smiled at her softly, happy that she seemed to be okay with him around. A gesture of friendship came in the form of a brightly colored flower, sticking right into his mane ever so gently. Thank you, my dear. That is very pretty. Aisling is a pretty name too!

He accepted the flower with great enthusiasm, wagging his tail softly back and forth. Aisling continued to be fascinated in him, keeping to her cheerful demeanor the whole time. The young male remembered when he was like that, so young and carefree. Ah to be a puppy again. Aisling then spoke of her pack and her family. It was a slightly different name, but the word Avon caught his attention. Where are your parents? What are their names? Maybe it was just coincidence, but he was hoping it was the same pack that he was told about before, by another male of their pack. Was he still here?