Rising Sun Valley pen in one hand, sword in the other

He wasn't a fan about rising early, but something opened the male's eyes. Perhaps it was the striking glow of the dawn on this particular day, or the warm feel to the air, because Dovev was slowly lifting his neck from where it had been tucked against his shoulder. The wolf slept alone in a familiar place- the small, wooded area in the bend of the creek where the grass was particularly soft. Most of the melting snow had been shielded by the pines and left plenty of ground for the wolf to scoop a nest out of. After a moment of nipping a scratch on his back, the wolf rose from his warm spot, stretched, and walked off towards the creek.

There had been no one except him for more than a few weeks, and he was on the edge of being bothered by it. Dovev knew the consequences, the waiting, the patience that this must all come with it, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse when he picked up the old scents of his former pack lingering on their favorite hangouts. Someday he might meet the future children of Scimitar and Bazi, but for now he could only send a few well-wishes towards their new home. And get used to the solitude.

Still, he patrolled his hauntings, criss-crossing the creek as he traveled in a circular radius from that particular patch of trees. He would visit old kills or track down small prey to sustain himself- nothing fancy. It was just him and a couple crows for now, walking alone the thawing landscape and quietly brooding the moon away. So it came to a surprise for him when the ebony female was spotted walking down a nearby ridge. If the Creek was still alive, there was no way this creature would venture so close, but the aromas were fading fast. He jerked his head up, ears twitching, but did nothing as she approached closer. With a chuff, the arctic hunter straightened out and cast his gaze towards her.
May I help you?