Jake, the small, scruffy, 10 year-old brown timberwolf finally climbed out of the bus, looking around warily. His aunt didn't want to have to deal with him over the summer, so she sent him to this summer camp. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as she said it was...
Without a word, he grabbed his trunk and backpack, wheeling it over to one of the cabins, his special tome hidden in one of the pouches of his backpack. He was never really that much of a social fur, especially since after his Dad's death. He barely spoke a word since then... He looked around, searching for a counselor, but saw none. He walked over to the nearest cabin, bringing his heavy trunk and backpack inside and setting it down in an empty cot.