Sawtooth Spire it's a jungle out there

It has been a few days since Redwood has joined the Spire. He was grateful to be here, for survival wouldn't be to hard. With others around him, a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. All he cared of was staying alive, he had yet to learn how to bond with others. That would not come easy at all. The only wolf he ever felt a bond towards was Raven and even that connection wasn't strong. In the end, she was only backup. 

 He had slept through this warm autumn day in his den. He was quite tired from walking around the borders on rocks the last couple of days. So sleep took him away until the darkness of midnight took away the light. He woke up with a yawn, for once feeling very contempt. He did not think of the past, only here and now. Finally a place to call home.

 Redwood had forced himself up, mind on getting a drink. He would probably take it easy tonight, then work again through the daylight. Slowly, he walked out, observing the scenery. The moon made his pelt glimmer in the night, his eyes almost glowed in the darkness. He walked for awhile, head in the clouds. He thought nothing at this moment.