Blackfoot Forest the yowling won't cease

On his third or fourth day in the Teekon Wilds, Haunter left his chosen packlands and scoured out further than he originally intended. The newest wolf of the Creek felt no particular attachment towards his designated home, but there was the idea in the back of his mind that he must return or either move on from the place, and he wasn't quite ready to do the latter just yet. He was still about ten pounds lighter than he could have liked, so the one-earred male figured he would stay another couple weeks before making his stake elsewhere.

It was often like this with him, having never stayed anywhere longer than he'd stayed on Hollow Mountain, but this was neither here nor there. His thoughts weren't anywhere except in the present moment, his sulfurous eyes scanning watchfully back and forth as he moved in silence towards the looming woods ahead.

Night had fallen upon the black wolf, leaving him mostly unseen in the shadows, so he sought shelter here in the forest and would return to the Creek at first light. However, the thick clouds in the sky did not promise any sort of pretty sunrise when morning would come; but this was not his main issue, as it didn't seem Haunter would be having any sort of quiet that night either.

The yipping grew louder the deeper he moved into the darkness, and it made his lip curl in savage distaste. Being here somehow made him wish that his right ear was not only missing, but deafened as well. In fact, he wouldn't have minded being deaf in both ears at that moment. Abruptly, the irritated hound gave off a booming howl, momentarily drowning out all the foxes and actually shutting them up for a few minutes.

But once the echo of his howl had died down and been quiet for a while, they started up again, cautious but just as noisily as before.