Ghost was considered a rogue, an outcast. He wasn't affiliated with a pack and was always travelling, never stopping to get to know an area or make friends.

He was simply surviving. That was all that mattered wasn't it? Hunting, scavenging, finding short term shelters from the storms. He was a loner, not that he minded.

His paws crushed the leaves beneath him as he trekked through the dense woods in search of a new territory for the week — The wolf came to a sudden stop when he heard the sound of running water, he could use a drink... He followed the sound of water until he was stood atop a large rock, looking down at a gorgeous lake surrounded by cliffs with thin waterfalls and overgrown plants.

He spotted some movement below and noticed someone else down there, at the water...