Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

@Shardul I did not specify a location really, so feel free to choose one!

The moon was tucked behind an endless shroud of thick cloud. The air was crisp and cold. The early night was still and quiet, but not the white wolf who stirred in the shallow impression that served as his bed. His forehead was furrowed and his breaths came in soft huffs as tension gripped his ribs. He found his paws, rising with a loud exhale. He wandered, finding himself at the edge where robust trees met the flat expanse of the meadows. He peered out, his silver eyes hard and icy. Ruled by emotion in this moment, he left home without a second thought. He followed a trail leading out from the hollow, made by broad paws that did not leave the imprints of claws at the tip of each track. No wolf could match the stealth and elusiveness of the creature he sought, but he was driven. Hour after hour he spent piecing together the traces that were left behind, roaming further and further from where he should have been.