The sound of small paws padding against the ground could be heard in the distance, it was mixed in with the sound of panting, small, squeaky panting that could only come from a pair of small lungs.
As the sounds grew louder, a small figure could be seen in the distance, at first it looked like a big wolf, a brute even, but as it got closer, and closer, it finally waddled it's way into the moonlight, revealing itself to be a small pup, dropping a piece of something from its mouth and flopping onto the ground in the middle off all of the rocks.
The pup panted, looking around and his surroundings and moving his paws a bit, "C-can't... feel... my paws!" He said to thin air, this was the most he had walked in... forever! He had probably covered a good chunk of Scotland on his little quest, and his paws were killing him. He's shiny, aquamarine eyes looked from the ground, to the thing he had dropped, a tuff of grey fur he had carried in his mouth. He closed his eyes and sniffed a bit, the scent of that fur was growing bigger and bigger by the minute, he had to be close.
He wasn't walking anymore. That was that. The wolf he sought out could come to him, end of story.
A small whimper was let out as his stomach rumbled, how long it had been since he tasted fresh meat, he had been living off of the left overs of other animals on his way here, which they normally didn't leave any of the good stuff.
The child sat up, sniffing a bit before looking around, what was this place? He shifted his paws a bit, feeling the dirt under his soft paw pads, something was relaxing about this place, somehow it felt right that he was here. Why this was? He didn't know, but he looked at the moon, hoping it would give him some answer. He shivered a bit, looking back down and wishing that someone was there with him, it had been so long since he was warm, perhaps his long lost family would find him here.
Wolves addressed: None, unless the Moon is a wolf.