Bramblepoint in the woods somewhere

 
The great golden male listened intently as Dash recalled the locusts and their attack on the Teekon Wilds. His brows were knitted tightly across his forehead and he seemed deeply troubled that such an attack would fall across an entire expanse of land in such a way. Sawyer had never encountered troubles of the like in the Wild Wood. He did not care to share this information with his present company, though. It did no good to speak of his great fortune when compared to the bout of bad luck they had seemed to receive. “How long ago did they come flyin’ through here?” he asked curiously. He’d seen the growth of trees and plants return within a month and wished he could share the same information with the dark-furred Moonspear wolf.
 
“It might seem dismal, but I’ve always been one for a challenge,” Sawyer then added with a quick flash of his teeth in a wolfish grin. He had been tested in different ways growing up, and while his experience was limited to trials of the mind and soul, he was willing to try himself against those of the body. It had been his intention to start new and he had never been one to quit.