He wandered a lot, searching for things he has never found again. Images of those wolves from his past keep rising into his mind, and yet they are not to be found. It was an odd, empty feeling for him. That is why he continues to search, to find them all again.

He has not found them yet. He does not know how much time has passed since. He does not keep track of the winters or the moons. He simply exists in his every day. He survives and moves on. His desire to explore and try to find the wolves in his head continues though, and that is what brings him around this time.

The white and black beast explores today. He finds his paws taking him into the woods where his memories first formed. He traveled with his red eyes focused ahead, only searching for those he can never find again, and yet he is unaware of this fact. His large paws crush foliage but his attention switches over to another creature. He comes around a tree to see the other wolf. He observes from a distance and sees that the other is messing with a dead creature.

Curiosity took over. He marches over, although his head is slightly lowered. He looks straight at the creature in the other’s possession, and then to the green-eyed male. He blinks his red eyes in their silence. He does not speak as he points his nose at the squirrel, and then sits on his haunches. He tilts his head slowly one way, and then another, as his mind processes what he wishes to convey. “What do?” he asks, with his red eyes then returning to the green eyed male.