Having taken a decent look around the area in search for a any suitable spot for him to rest in, Creed was at a loss. He was quiet large and the other areas seemed to have been a tad bit too tight and cramped for the larger male. And after some time he felt the droplets of rain finally begin dribbling down from the cloud-darkened sky, in which he retaliate with a low growl of frustration. As his coat began to become more and more soaked as he moved along the grove, he found himself growing increasingly irritable. But finally he saw it, a tree with large, exposed roots underneath, perhaps finally he could comfortable. That’s what he thought..until he smelled her. The remaining scent of the wolf he smelled much earlier before. Great..

As he approached the tree, he lowered his head slightly. Ever curious of the identity of this mystery wolf. He was certain he could defend himself just fine, perhaps his reason for not being too incredibly cautious. Finally, his lips parted. A deep, gruff voice speaking out to the stranger under the tree. But the tone of his voice also has a hint of hidden kindness behind it. “Hello? I mean you no harm. I’m simply in search of a place to wait out the rains.” Said the timber wolf, whom now stood just outside of the tree, half shielded from the rain due to the help of the leaves above.