Deepwood Weald Sherlock Work

Hello!

The day was as young as him when the newly appointed lone wolf parted from his companion and began his casual stroll through a nearby territory. The scents of multiple packs were thick in these parts; he and Caeli had spent their time thus far playing house near the lake so as not to inadvertently venture too near someone's border. They both had plans to join a pack sometime soon, and preferably they'd do it together, but for now their freedom remained intact.

He gathered himself on one particularly wobbly set of stones and made a leap for the shallow knoll that stood a few feet away. The male made it for the most part...but a blurred glimpse of what he thought might be a familiar plant caused his vault to fall short. His lower half sank down into the fauna despite the counteractive clench of his shoulders to rectify the minor slip.

"My delicates!" he whispered fervently as the foreign plants whisked up his haunches and then disappeared into the little crook of his belly. It was with baited breath that he waited for the fires of hell to unleash upon his person but fortune was, as usual, on his side. It had not been the crown of Stinging Nettle he'd seen but instead some benign matter of life. Similar...but harmless.

A great, heaving sigh of relief left him as he scrambled up the loose soil of the hillside and shook free the bits of litter that kept to his coat. A tiny voice, barely discernible above the whisper of the wind, caused his ears to cant and lead his eyes upward. He could hear someone talking...but their figure was invisible in the canopy above.