Fairspell Meadow Dust off your boots

mind if i hop in? :3

The passing winter had left the aging male with a bad case of sarcoptic mange- a parasite that had left him nibbling insistently at his haunches. Having probably picked it up on his wanderings outside Teekon, Dovev was just starting to recover. The male's fur hung in patches off his lower back legs as his made his way back into the lands he called home for the past several years. That, coupled with traveling alone and the depletion of prey had left the loner looking weary, his grey eyes gaunt in their sockets.

Although he had never been this far south, Dovev needed to cover vast amounts of land just to pick up some nutrition, relying on only himself to provide. He was getting too old for this. There was a time for adventure, and there was a time to settle. The white brute needed it, and hopefully this spring and the impending wolf smell- in fact, he could almost spy the brown creature ahead of him, would turn up roses. Framed by the bare pines, Dovev stopped to eye the male trotting along the edge of the treeline curiously.