Totoka River Daddy long legs

Please excuse the title. I just killed a spider :|

As was his detached preference, Haunter kept himself on the move. He felt safer at long distances, and even with a pack full of wolves that were technically on his side, he still found more comfort in his own company, watching his own back. A seasoned wolf bred only with mistrust in his heart could feel this way and be entirely justified, not that anyone knew his particular story or why he was the way he was. His yellow eyes flicked back and forth warily as he traveled miles and miles northwest, skirting the rear of the mountain range and stopping to sleep only once in its shadow.

His belly was fuller than it had been in weeks, perhaps months, but winter still looked quite shaggy and gaunt on him. The long-legged scarecrow wasn't searching for anything, nor was he intending on abandoning Swiftcurrent, but wanderlust took him further from his supposed home than originally planned and he knew to himself that it would be another day or two before he was back at their borders.

For now he arrived at a river, shallow and mostly still frozen, but he wasn't thirsty or hungry at that moment, so he padded slowly alongside it without qualms or interest. He kept the river on his left, a boundary, and moved steadily towards he ocean, which he could smell and feel as the air grew even colder and biting the closer he approached. The particularly sunless afternoon didn't help the chill either.