Nova Peak ghosts :: no two wolves are the same

Keil trudged through the Northwood of Nova Peak. He ignored the hunger in his belly; his only thought on integrating himself into the pack. He had spoken with Kaskara briefly but joining the pack hadn't been difficult. His heavy coat swung about as he quickened his pace, his eyes focused only on the destination ahead. A sudden rustle of the pine needles that littered the forest floor caused Keil to suddenly stop, ears perked forward. He almost held his breath and his eyes darted about the space around him. Finding it to only be the wind, Keil laughed to himself quietly. He honestly should learn to relax.

He took only a moment more to examine his surroundings before continuing forward. He reveled in the feel of the ground under his large paws as he trotted through the trees. Judging by the suns position it had to be close to evening. Keil noted this in the back of his mind. He preferred the evening anyhow. The cooler temperatures brought much welcome relief from the heat of the sun. His coat had only just begun to shed the thick undercoat and the warmth of the day was more of a nuisance. Keil wished it would shed faster. The loose hairs were beginning to itch. 'Oh well,' he thought. Couldn't hurry nature.

Keil couldn't help but notice his surroundings. More a habit so as to establish proper vantage points as well as escape routes or hiding places, but he belonged to a pack now. He knew he would be forced to swallow his paranoia. His lip twisted into a small smile. It was nice, he mused, to finally have a place to call home.