Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

Zephyr was on another one of his adventures from Seadog, wandering aimlessly through the Teekons to find a place he could one day settle a new pack. He'd started from Seadog and had made a near-complete circuit around the Sunspire and back. Maybe he even make new friends, new comrades to one day possibly join his ranks? If not then friends were just as important. The massive crow black male wandered on, wondering what adventure he would find next. The scent of another male brought his ears to a perk and caused his tail to wag. Would this wolf be a friend, a packmate, or even an enemy? Only one way to know. He trotted forward with his trademark bouncy gait, smiling all the way as he daydreamed of his next pack.