.png?dateline=1773453838)
6/15/2026, 3:40 PM
Sitjariaq kept on running up the mountain trail, ears pinned backwards listening in on the his playmate's voice. The clock was ticking for the boy to get as fast away as he could. Small paws quickened at the count of ten. Eyes were wide and full of excitement. Adrenaline was kicking into high gear through his veins. Then came the inevitable rush of large paws coming his way. The large wolf that was bounding after him was coming for him fast. The white and black spotted boy took to the nearby small crooks and crannies within the mountain trail's walls to try and hide. Maybe then he had a chance of getting away.