Sleepy Fox Hollow Oh, I'm burning out

FitzDutiful was out scouting today. He'd lost his outrider and had to take yet another task upon his shoulders. He hated that the two women he had become affectionate about had left. Was it a curse upon his or something? The only good thing to come out of that was his children and they were growing up so fast that he was worried that soon they wouldn't need him any longer. What if they decided to move on as well and everyone left him behind?

So that brought him to today. Out looking for recruits, for new members for the pack. To keep it alive. He wanted to have families raised there, pass on the information he knew and create a community that would thrive long after his days had passed. If that ever happened.

Luck was with him today, however. He crested the mountain range of Spotted Eagle Mountain and began his journey down into Sleepy Fox Hollow where he came across just what he'd been seeking. A lone wolf. The wolf in front of him was a mix of greys with a scattering of black and white and seemed very caught up in his own world but FitzDutiful thought he might as well try some conversation.

"Hey," he said kindly. "Everything okay?"