Kildeer Rest a future full of golden promise

He spent two days after his journey to the western mountain within the left the familiar embrace of the wood and the nearby boulder before leaving them and heading south. He searched now for something to further sate his curiosity about the wood. Fleet Rabbit had taken the edge off his solitude for a time and the beastly woman on the mount had returned to him his wish for solitude, but being a wolf and, therefore, a social creature, he couldn't stand to remain cooped up in the wood for long. He needed to stretch his legs and explore further, so without much fanfare or regret, Prophet went south.

By the fall of evening, the dusky sable wolf was deep into the grasslands. Snow still clung to the shadows of rocks here, but mostly it was absent, leaving only tough ground and fallen stalks of dead grass to litter it. As the sky deepened and the shadows lengthened, his posture became more relaxed with the knowledge that he blended in with his surroundings. He wasn't soundless—no creature but an owl truly was—but with the rolling and graceful gait of his species, he was quite quiet indeed.

Still, even with keen senses unadulterated by his own noise, Prophet had no idea there was another wolf marching somewhere nearby and likely wouldn't notice unless she made a noise or the wind changed direction.