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He's a little beyond the borders but um yes :3

Only the raw ache of hunger writhing in his belly could have finally forced Whittier to withdraw from the shelter he'd come upon in his flight from the small, airborne demons. The humming from above ground had long since ceased by the time the Frostfur emerged, and yet the dread they inspired was still ripe in his heart. He cringed visibly as his paws stepped down repeatedly upon the awkwardly crunchy carcasses of the insects. Chills ran along his spine with each step, and he very nearly turned around and darted back into his protective dugout. But, hunger won out, and Whittier continued on through the horror the world around him had become.

It didn't take long for the yearling to discern that he was in some deep shit. All green had been sucked from the earth, and it seemed that all life in general had gone with it. He came down from the mountains feeling as though he was the only living creature left upon the earth. When last he had seen the field he now strode through, it had been teeming with wildlife. But now it was barren and empty; a great sea of brown that stretched onward for days. It was a horrifying sight, partially because Whittier was a lover of beautiful things and this was the exact opposite. Whittier was also a love of food though, and there was quite obviously none to be found for miles.

The young wolf had always made out decently well being on his own. Hunting was always a struggle, but he'd been clever enough to scavenge when he could and garner the sympathy of other wolves to assist him when he couldn't. But now he saw neither carrion nor gullible strangers. He was left to his own devices now, and even those were useless considering there was no living life around either. The disgust he held for his bug-covered surroundings began to fade as the gravity of his situation settled in.

He really was in some serious shit.

The hours disappeared before him as the young Frostfur wandered, hungry, lost, and far more worried than ever he had been at any point on this journey of his. When he finally stopped it was because his nose had warned him to do so. There was a strong odor of other wolves knocking upon his senses, and Whittier paused to suck in a deep breath to learn more about what these scents had to tell. He was still a fair distance off from the borders of the pack he had come upon, but still tension rose within him. His last run-in with one of his own kind had ended poorly, and he was not entirely eager to experience that again. But still, something kept his paws in place as he gazed across the terrain, thoughts swirling in his hungry, hungry brain.