Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Sorry for the kinda rushed and bad post

He took one look of the sky in the morning and declared it a beautiful day, barely awake when he started to march out of the territory. The sky shone a brilliant blue above him, the normally wispy white cloud no where in sight. He travelled south-east, past the point where he had met the stranger bulky wolf last time. He had never even gotten the other wolf's name, Slancio realised with a start. Heading up the rocky mountain side was a good idea, seeing as he had been wanting to do that the last time he had been here.

Up the mountains, the hunting seemed to be slightly better, as Slancio easily snagged a small squrriel on his way up. It was skinny and tangy, but was like a feast to the half-starved wolf. Spirits high after his catch, he continued along the ridge, heading higher. Another forest layed atop the rocky cliffs, and he made his way into it silently, hoping to catch himself another meal.

Yet soon he heard the sound of falling footsteps near him, and he didn't hesitate to move towards it. Through the silent forest, the sounds of footsteps, his and the stranger's, rang out against earth, striking the floor of the forest with unbounded ease.