Instead it turns your joy into sorrow, & i can't breathe with the dust of retreat, I'm choking
Apparently there was a pack in these woods. He was finding more and more signs of activity from his own kind, trails where large paws had tread with easily-discerned scents scattered about them. Infrequent out this far, but their boundaries had to be somewhere less than a day's travel. So far none of it smelled of Caspian, but that didn't mean they hadn't at some point, or that they hadn't at least crossed paths with him. Maybe he'd even sought them out to ask for help getting back home.
Ryder picked the freshest presence he could find and began to track it, dark nose snuffling with single-minded determination even as his emptied stomach cramped and groaned. He could find a meal after he had seen this unexpected lead through.
Getting closer, his dirty-blonde ears caught onto the sound of pawsteps ahead, and he picked up his pace into a jog.
"Hey! Hello?"
IT'S A HORRIBLE WAY TO BEGIN