Sex: MaleBoy, the lowlands sure were boring.
There was not much to see in the tundra. It was an endless sea of bland, barren terrain and did little to fuel the boy’s never-ending curiosity. Despite the dull surroundings, Cyril could not contain himself on the monadnock. He was desperate to see more; to explore more. Not even the uber boring landscape of the lowlands could deter him.
The little Kael had seen the sea of gold from atop the monadnock many times before but was told that another group of wolves claimed it as their own. Although he was not keen on making friends Cyril was keen on figuring out who lived there. For information purposes as the boy was perfectly content with the few number of friends he had in Whitestone (even if they were all adults).
The silver-eyed girl was the only other puppy the little beastie had encountered and their meeting had not been very pleasant. She had been duller the second time they had met; more subdued. Something had changed but Cyril did not care enough to ask. If it was enough to make her face leak and her shoulders sag Cyril did not want to know. Being sad was yuck.
He sauntered through the tundra, his oversized paws working feverishly at closing the distance between himself and the sea of gold ahead of him. Crossing paths with a stranger was not on the agenda for today but he wouldn’t be opposed to it. As long as they weren’t as annoying and draining as the sad little agouti.