Dawnlark Plains mediocre

Can we smush this closer to present day by chance? :)

It was a shame that Whittier was not a brighter boy. If he had been, he may have realized that he recognized the fields through which he now traversed as the same ones he'd crossed as a child. These were the fields that would take him to the forest. From there, it was a quick hop over some marshlands and BAM. He would be right back home; the place he'd been searching for since arriving at the Teekon Wilds again.

Of course, had Whittier been in possession of the intelligence to recognize the landscape he was passing by, he would have made it to the Grove long ago. Such as when he'd explored the Eastern edge of said Marsh, right next door to where he wanted to be. If only he could have remembered how he'd cried over the grossness of its scent and saw some similarity in how he'd cried smelling it again as an adult. But no, he'd simply turned and beat a hasty retreat, and now every day, he journeyed further and further away from his goal.

Fortunately (or not), the young Frostfur was yet unaware of this fact. As far as he knew, he was on the right track headed straight for the Grove at that very moment, unaware that if he did an exact 180, he actually would be. The few frogs he'd managed to scavenge from Emberwood seemed like a distant memory to his rotund, saggy belly. As the days passed, he was beginning to wish more and more that he would just find Allure already so that he could settle down. He needed a pack to help keep him from starving. He'd somehow managed thus far, but figured sooner or later his luck would run out.

Today was not that day, however. Whittier first spotted the other wolf with his nose from a good distance away. He'd turned his paws immediately towards the stranger, driven by hunger and the instinctive understanding that food was more easily obtained through partnership. He let out a brief howl before he actually came within speaking distance of the stranger, not wanting to take him by surprise. When he did make it there, the youth skipped the small talk and went straight to the point.  "Hey, you hungry?" Whit asked, "I am. We can hunt together. I'll share anything we catch 50/50. What do you say?"