King Elk Forest What Arrows

@Rowan Mayfair
A lone leaf, only slightly yellowed, was plucked from a lofty branch and sent spiraling on the wind, drifting down toward the earth before being twirled aloft again by a playful, dancing breeze. The midday sun warmed it, touching the light leaf with bright rays as it lazily slid toward the ground, only to find itself landing upon the sterling silver shoulder of the lean male wolf who walked placidly through the forest. He writhed in surprise, muscles twitching beneath his monochrome pelt as he reached over his shoulder to grab the offending leaf with his teeth and pull it free, dropping it carelessly to the ground. He hated the feeling of having something stuck in his fur; the feeling of the leaf's stem poking between the silver threads of fur would stick with his shoulder for some time after, irking him slightly as he walked but slowly, time and distance would distract him. 

It had been a very long time since he had left the packlands to go on a decent excursion, and while at first he felt as though he should have some aim- be hunting someone or something, delivering a message- he reminded himself over and over again that he didn't necessarily need permission to go for a good trip on his own. He'd headed West, finding an easy path that took him beyond the rocky landscape that stretched along the Western border of the Great Bear Wilderness, breathing in the cool air at such an elevation and pushing forward. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the effect it had on his soul was cleansing and good. 

He stopped when he reached a river and could se that further South, it split into two paths. The area smelled of wolves, and he assumed that there would likely be a pack nearby. It was similar to Bramblepoint, a woodland that bordered the Caldera; free turf, but close to a claimed pack, and he knew better than to ford the river and bring himself closer to where he assumed the packlands would be. For the time being, he would slate his thirst and run his tongue over the fur where the leaf had fallen, finally shaking himself free of care and concern.