Wolf RPG - this opportunity's mine

It seemed as though it were time to explore yet another new place. Life as a loner had been long and dramatic and the Hughes man grew quite wary of it. Upon first glance from somewhere high afar, he had spied Teekon Wilds with it's sprawling forests, fields and its high mountain chain. His interest was piqued. He had left a clear trail for Trigger to follow to the lands if he so chose(he certainly hoped his brother would join him here soon) and meandered into a pleasant, lush forest.
He had stopped by the lake for a drink on the way to the Heartwood. The name he didn't actually know as of yet but would hopefully soon... should he run into anyone while wandering aimlessly around. He then followed the river beyond the trees until he was buried deep toward the middle of the forest. His bright pink nose lead the way and took in all the new and fresh scents the woods had to offer.
It was relaxing here... it was much nicer then the arid Arizona desert he and Trig had been raised in. He liked green-- the color of life. The earthy hues were pleasant on his sharp eyes. The soothing sounds eased him into a more relaxed demeanor, causing his large ears to lazily tilt to the sides rather than forward.
So far, Leon was liking it here. One point on the list of reasons to stay so far.

I'm gonna pretend this is before Ptarmigan murders Jinx and challenges OS' leadership! She technically belongs to Stavanger Bay in this thread.

A heavy, gusting wind swept the plains of the flatlands, sending the small Endore woman running in search of adequate shelter. The grass whipped against her flanks harshly enough that it ought to have been made of stingers rather than foliage, and dark clouds hunched ominously over the plains. She was naturally and instinctually afraid of bad weather, and all her alarms were going off as she broke from the foothills and moved further south.

By the time she reached the splendid deciduous forest in the centre of Great Bear Wilderness, the weather had mellowed out and the wind was lighter, yet more persistent. Ptarmigan slowed in the cover of the forest, pausing with her side pressed against a tall oak, and as she turned her head to survey her surroundings, she spotted a silhouette through the trees.

The small female preened her ears forward, nostrils quivering in search of any scent, but it seemed the wind favoured Leon that day, and all she could smell was the characteristic musk od bears and prey. She chuffed lightly to draw attention to herself, but remained vigilant beside the tree, lest he take advantage of her neutrality.