A young male wolf was curled up in a small den set apart from any other wolf. The redish blackish wolf was awaken by the stirring of the pack. He had come to this pack a couple of weeks ago and they had surprisingly accepted him. He uncurled himself from his tight ball and stretched out. He shook his mangy coat and exited out of the den. He shook out his coat and stretched again. It was strange and he wasn't sure if he like it. There were always wolves around even if he wished to be alone. He never realized how much he had been alone until he started spending time around other's company. He sat down in front of the den, and watched the pack awake with the new spring day. He let out a rather large yawn and his jaw snapped shut. 

Ferryn stared around the camp. His stomach growled, and he acknowledged it. It had been a long winter and he lost a lot of weight, but since joining the pack he had started to gain it back.