Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

Wandering.
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Quietly, but surely; a quaint young wolf padded along keeping to himself.
A light wind blew, brushing his rough brown fur closely to the apparent scar that marked his hardships. It had been almost 13 months since the accident. He replayed the scene over and over in his mind; that bull elk who got distressingly close. The pain as he ripped through Vilkas's muzzle. He hadn't been able to see quite the same after the fact, or even open his mouth as much as the others.

The distant sounds of near-by birds kept catching his attention.
He had always loved to pester the crows who were brave enough to swoop down at him. And to gossip with the local jays. However; he was far from his homeland and the bird here seemed different, and obsolete. He shuddered in complete emptiness, longing for the comfort of home and the presence of friends.




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