Firefly Ravine the rabbit hole never to be found

For a while it had been convenient to haunt the lush shield of Raven's Watch. It was from the mountain's dusky skirts that Atomsk watched the passing of mild storms and ceaseless drizzles, and it was from the forests and river-vein at the heart of that territory that he captured his fair share of fresh meat and had his fill of alpine water. He was want for nothing there except company— and the need for this came too strongly after he'd gone a third week without encountering another soul.

The vandal trudged on, abandoning his peace for now.

And he did not regret it immediately. At the ravine, the first junction of his renewed venture, the vagrant came across another lone wolf— a sharper, golden-eyed agouti-kin— and he approached at an amiable clip. Stopping just a few wolflengths back, Atomsk gave a small incline of his broad head, relaxed his ears, and wiggled the tip of his tail.