Moonspear Nowhere plans for nobody

Not planning to cross into territory without permission but welcome to chase him off if wanted :)

At this time, Lennon really was a nowhere man- or wolf. He had no real plans, no real point-of-view yet, for now he was just floating about. That was one flaw of his, he wasn’t assertive over his life. The only time he would truly put effort into himself would be if he were about to die - even then asking for help seems like a stretch. Fortunately, he wasn’t near dying for now. The winter had proven harsh, but it wasn’t anything he believed he couldn’t handle. Although, a group would definitely prove easier. 

Another tune was playing in his head, as a mental radio was hardly ever turned off. Especially with his little social interaction as of late. Knows not where he’s going to, isn’t he a bit like you and me? The melody played in his mind, being too prideful to realize the irony in him thinking that song. Music was usually his only past time lately, it distracted him from the below freezing temperatures and bitter wind biting at his nose or ice cold paws.


For once he wasn’t a stark figure amongst a white background. The thick forest allowed him to blend in more than usual. Deep amber eyes trailed aimlessly, his closest thing to a goal was finding another wolf. The distinct fetor wafted around the entire terrain, a pack was nearby. The potential of having a comfy home was never a displeasing idea - of course he wouldn’t go out of his way to be in one though. Not unless it really riveted him. Still, despite his cloud-like state he didn’t venture too close to the borders (but was pushing it). 


His intention here was nothing, but the prospect of a home was inviting. So, he continued his nowhere man ways, and coaxed his way about leisurely.