Broken Antler Fen Shapeshifter

The spring air was spiced with floral aromas - a welcome change from the sharp pine of the North. This new region relaxed the youth as he put more and more distance between himself and the Taiga. Truly, it was no longer his home. Valtyr had descended to the lowlands after skirting away from the Maplewood... an unwelcome, enigmatic unease sending him packing. Now, weary from his journey, he thought of - once again - settling down among his kind. But could he do it?

His travel ended at the borders of a lush territory. The scent of a pack was strong. He howled to summon a patrol to his position... after all, it wasn't his first rodeo.