A serene, chilling silence encapsulated the forest save for the odd croak of a toad or the chirps of insects, a warm breeze swaying the foliage. Thick canopies of summer leaves packed the sky, blanketing the twilight forest in near-darkness.
Somewhere between the gawking and a stumbling of limbs, Roryn clambered to his paws with a rough shake of his frame. A plethora of new scents danced in his nostrils, those of prey, predator, and wolf.
“Well shit.” He huffed, muted golden eyes flickering left to right. What was he to do now? Stumble around like a drunken idiot? Something had plucked him from his sorry life, tossing him into the unknown like a pitiful scrap. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Grumbling, broad paws drifted aimlessly as the male picked his way through the forest, his strides slow and sluggish, a sleepy ache gnawing at his bones.