Emberwood oh, misty eye of the mountain below

emberwood, dawn

spaceBone white aspen trees stretched as far as the eye could see as the light of dawn flooded the emberwood. Chimera dipped his dark head to sniff delicately at an old deer track, his tail lightly fanning the air as he drew in the scent. The wood was wild and lovely, utterly serene as far as he could tell.  Peace was good, peace brought prosperity and the promise of a future willed with fortune. He had left Mystic Hollow to seek something greater, but the emberwood did not hold that. It was beautiful and still, but that alone did not make a home. Wolves did not live there, and he had no desire to remain entirely alone. The heart of a wolf was meant to belong to the pack, not to the self. 

spaceA quiet sigh escaped the tall, lanky male as he lifted his head and began to trot forward at a brisk pace. He moved with purpose in every stride, Chimera was not a careless or errant male by any means. He knew it would be best to seek the protection of a pack but he was unsure of where his loyalties could be placed. Chimera was steadfast in his beliefs and purpose, and he could not bring himself to compromise. The male raised his yellow eyes to the sky to take in the rising sun as he walked alone in the quiet of the morning emberwood.