Having crossed the running waters of the Silent streams, along with traversing what felt like the ever changing terrain of the singing hills, a large and tired wolf finally arrived within the eerie setting of Raven’s grove. Having walked hours to get this far, the Timberwolf known as Creed was eager to find a place to rest for a couple of hours. At the very least a nice, quiet spot where he could nap and offer relief to sore paws. Poor guy wasn’t even aware as to why he wandered so. Like most of his kind he longed for a place to belong, however none felt like the right fit for him. With that, he continued on what seemed like a never ending journey. One leg at a time.

With each step of his lightly colored paws, pointed ears swiveled, and turned in every which direction. This particular grump sorely hated being surprised, and so he was often on high alert. A dark black nose was near the ground as his head lowered. Carefully, he’d inhale the lingering scents nearby, analyzing each scent his nose took in. At first there was nothing out of the ordinary, faint traces of rabbits, coyotes, mice. But there was one scent that caught the tri-colored males attention. Focusing on this newer scent the sticky brute huffed. Reacting with a growl. “Hm..let’s hope they won’t cause issues.” He grumbled to himself as he stood tall, fiery red eyes looking up to the sky.

Taking note of the changing clouds, and the misty organic scent which filled the air. “Rain..” Creed muttered. With an annoyed grow rumbling within his chest, he’d reluctantly decide to ignore the scent of the wolf. Swiftly, he’d trudge along the path ahead. Now on the search for any sort of sheltering he could reside within, for the time being at least.