Balto

The wolf hybrid padded his way around to the bay. These wildlife lands were all new to him. He was used to being around humans. A chilly wind brushed past him, sending his gray fur lifting up, and then back down. Then back up, then back down. It continued after the wind had subsided. He sat back on his haunches. His brown eyes glanced around to look out for any newcomers.
He lifted his head and howled. It was long and sorrowful, seemingly. He wasn't sad or anything though. He enjoyed this wildlife for a reason. To get away from the loud noises of humans, which he was so used to. He kept his eyes on the water. He was wary of everything else around him, but he focused on where the 'orcas' were.

Balto

He shot back up and ran out and disappeared in the thick underbrush.