The Heartwood You Got That, Kitten? [m]

More exploring. That was the gist of it. Paws drifting one over the other, carving new trails and paths into the earth. This was the life. With each stride the adventurer's heart within him grew more satisfied until he felt at peace with himself once more. To venture meant to see and learn new things. It meant new encounters and grand adventures that filled life with so much more than the mundane repetitiveness of life.

Alas, he could combine the two. His new status as a pack wolf could take it's cues from the things he'd learned in the wild. He took care to rid himself of the scent of pack, releasing himself from scents and smells that hadn't had the time to fully embed themselves within his fur. A bath. A roll in the mud. Another bath. A good rub down in a field of wildflowers and dew soaked grass. He felt alive again. And wild. There was newness and energy with each step as he picked a new direction and set forth.

This forest was lovely. There was a warm and pleasant sensation that continued even as the overhead clouds stole away the beams of sun. The air was electric. He could feel the tingle of humidity spike as the skies above began to grumble and murmur their warnings. A storm was rolling in. No sooner had he thought it than the light dusting of the edges of the rain began to roll over the area. Kero tucked himself beneath the tangle of trees and hugged their trunks in an attempt to avoid the worst of it, but the rain would ultimately slip through the edges of the leaves and soak him to the core.

Until then, he'd not let a little rain distract him from his course. He could explore and seek shelter simultaneously.