Ghian
As his training with his dad had progressed and he came to understand the responsibilities he’d one day have not just to his pack but to the land and the gods, wandering the jungle on his own had gone from an indulgence to clear his mind to an absolute necessity.
When the ‘hey!’ came from somewhere to his left, he’d been so lost in thought that he’d actually stumbled and fallen to his knees. He’d quickly rolled over, eyes landing on a skinny boy, frowning and with his hands on his hips. “Who are you?”
Ghian glanced about, quickly becoming aware that he was not, in fact, in his land anymore. “I’m a jaguar, I—”
The boy had snorted. “I know that, I’ve got a nose.”
As if the words were all his own nose needed, Ghian knew the stranger was a beta and an owl. They were a small pack, bu
