Nova Peak just keep breathing

Any Larksong wolf welcome! He's pretty close so I wouldn't be surprised if he got some harsh words thrown at him :)

The night was beginning to set in along with a steady drizzle as Kastor loped across the remaining stretch of the vale. His encounter with the ebony woman had left him curious and also slightly wary of the many packs that had staked their claim over a section of this land. For a lone wolf like him, running into one of them would likely not end well. Yet, it pleased him to know that the canines that dwelled in and around this area respected him without quarrel for the time being.

An image of the mottled silver fae groped at the sides of his vision and he frowned, recalling their sudden come across. Yes, her words inspired him and made him realise that just because you're broken, it doesn't mean you can't sing, but why now? He sighed, once again hating the fact that he didn't know and gave his tail an unsatisfactory twitch.

With the rain dappling his already sodden pelt, the feathered brute continued his tireless lope until he reached a rocky outcrop, looming but oddly comforting in the pressing dusk. He paused for a few heartbeats, deciding with a glance up the jagged cliffs that scaling the mountain in the rain probably wasn't the smartest idea. Instead, he parted his maw and drank in the enticing scents of fresh prey, letting his paws carry him along their water-dampened trails around the foot of the outcrop.