Echoing Canyon was among the first 4 wolves to have banded together with Withstanding Maple. Including him, Oak standing Tall, Silhouette among Trees and Ochre that stains paws. Life was rough when the Tribe first started, establishing territory, getting enough food to provide the tribe with, caring for pups to expand the tribe. The tribe has went through many losses.
During these hardships, Echoing Canyon became a formidable member of their current hunting party, which now includes Ochre that stains paws, Oak standing Tall, Wind Dancer and Searing Gaze. He was the first to excel in the role as a stalker. While his success story as a hunter is well written, his love life is not. Although he has grown fond of everyone in his hunting group, he had started to grow an infatuation.
Oak standing Tall, the one who became the lead chaser in their hunting group has charmed her way into his life.
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Soft stirring surrounded the den of Fallen Trees, promoting a quiet mph from the blaze-furred Echoing Canyon. He rolled over, burying his muzzle underneath his front set of paws and curled up. He wasn't ready for the upcoming Sun Dance, the previous one had been rough. 10 hunting trips, and only a measly beaver was captured for him and his tribe mates to survive on. Their paws were weary, frozen and numb by the time they had arrived in camp. Haze in the Sky had jumped into the freezing water to stop the beaver from escaping, and Ochre that Stains paws had readily leaped forward and clamped his jaws on it, splashing head first into the water. However at their return home, Haze in the Sky had developed a cough, and a quick trip to visit Spicy Ginger—their shaman—had gotten him an order of rest for the next couple of Sun Dances. Echoing Canyon's fur began to prickle with pity for his fellow chaser, and he lifted his head from his position to find where his ill tribemate would have been, his spot, empty. The dark insulated and cozy den felt incomplete without him. He almost wanted to be the one sick, getting time to at the least rest. Though he got up groggily, and turned his heavy head to see Wind Dancer had rose as well, shaking her thick, pearl colored coat free from any dried moss and bedding. He dipped his head as a greeting, avoiding to make any sounds that would disturb his other tribe members. The two stepped over all stray limbs and weaved their way to the exit of the den, where they were met by a harsh, chilly Sun Rise. Unconsciously, he tensed up, fluffing himself out.
Withstanding Maple was already sitting outside, chatting quietly with Spicy Ginger who projected a worried look. Must be serious the brought thought, averting his gaze and flicking his ear along with the thought away. It wasn't his to worry about, his concern was providing for his tribe. The off white fem, Wind Dancer, bounded off ahead of him to flicking her tail commandingly towards her to signal him to follow.
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