Blackfoot Forest billions of eyes

The past few days had been spent scouting his new home. As much as he had liked being a free spirit with nothing to tie him down, there was something comforting about having such a sense of belonging. Not only that, but the more he thought about the prospect of being assigned a mate, the more he felt comfortable with the idea. No longer would he have to face rejection; no longer would he have to worry about the terrible things he was capable of. Goober had good faith that Aaron and his mate would choose wisely for him (and whoever the lucky lady ended up being).

Presently, Goober was perched upon a large boulder that jutted out from the earth. It was mid afternoon, and he felt no need to rush around or do anything. Perhaps in a day or two, he would set off for the plateau again in search of the wolves who had once lived there. For now, he was content to perch.