Cricket Creek Bog The Doctor will see you now...

@Bramble > >''''

It was near dark when he came across the borders of the golden grove. He wrinkled his nose, unsure if he wanted to throw his chances to the wind by summoning an Alpha; he would decide by morning. The Doktor tucked himself and his elkskin bag under the high roots of a tree, blocked from the worse of the wind. He found it nearly impossible to sleep, nearly turning to his poppy seeds to help him relax. He had weaned himself off of the opiates with the onset of winter, but he still craved their mind numbing effects, carrying a pile of them within his bag, just in case the itch became too unbearable.