Here he was again, all alone and laying on the cold ground. Yet the texture was different. Soft like a thousand pillows but with an almost crunchy feeling. Green eyes opened up to find himself laying on a bed of partially frozen grass. There was also some hidden color underneath, red as a bottle of wine but more beautiful. It was as if the earth itself was blushing to his very touch. Braeburn had found himself back in this strange land, picked up and tossed on the ground like a rag doll after escaping the clutches of another world far worse then this.

Though his memories of that place had been nearly wiped out, he could still feel the tension in his body at the very thought of its existence. The red pelted wolf carefully got to this feet, watching his steps as he moved to a more comfortable position so as not to harm the soft bedding beneath his weight. There was also something else that caught his attention: the smell of wolves all around him. Had he accidentally stepped on pack territory? Now there was something to worry about. Braeburn began to look for signs that the pack was close, eyes wide with caution and slight fear that he might get his ass handed to him. Then as quickly as he realized his mistake, his moved to find his way out.