The Bracken Woods devour your kings

Things were going well for Magnus since he had crossed the border of Teekon Wilds. It was his chance to start anew, away from his evil younger sister and her mate. Away from painful memories that surrounded the area where he had come from. These were new lands for the reddish male and it felt great under his paws. Although he wished his older sister, Eirian, had come with him, he didn't dislike being on his own for a while. He had already picked up the scent of a few other wolves, so he knew it would not take long before he would run into someone. Perhaps there were even packs in this area. Oh, wouldn't that be delightful, he thought. He was a very social wolf so a rogue status didn't fit him well. He was a rund at hunting alone, his father had said. Magnus had agreed with him until the day came where he had actually caught something. Of course his father wasn't proud. He never was. But it didn't bother him anymore. He was free.

Strolling through the woods without a real plan, he had his mind set upon the future. These woods were filled with small critters, perfect for the winter to hunt. Maybe he could stay here for a while, building up strength for the upcoming spring before seeking for a pack. these woods weren't exactly friendly, but he could deal with it. Maybe the threatening appearance of the trees and the bushes would scare predators and other wolves off, keeping him safe.

His dreams of this land being uninhabited were soon shattered. He saw a female-like appearance far away from him. He considered just ignoring the wolf, but his interest soon grew. Maybe she came from a pack or some sort of rogue group, and maybe they would have him. He scratched the idea of ignoring the wolf and spending the winter in these dark woods, and instead started to follow the dark-pelted female.