Bramblepoint Tick tock- the clock keeps going

It was dark when the older wolf's eyes fluttered open from his deep sleep. He'd slept longer than originally intended, but Teemu was grateful for the chilly cover of night that still lingered. His long legs felt cramped from being curled so tight in the old fox den he'd discovered and they ached for released. The graying wolf crawled from the small space and stretched. He gave his coat a quick shake to rid himself of the soft dirt and sniffed at the air, deciding that it was time to move.

By the time the sun began to rise, Teemu had entered the thick Bramblepoint forest, although the name of the place was unknown to him. With Autumn's return came the crisp air he so loved and he inhaled deeply in the early morning, relishing the arrival of the season. He wandered slowly through the dense foliage, nostrils flaring with the varying scents that permeated the immediate area. An empty stomach rumbled and drove him to the base of an apple tree, where he nosed and sniffed the fallen fruit for one that hadn't already begun to rot in the dark soil. He found a pair of decent fruit and was nearly finished with the second when a particular odor blew his direction.

Teemu lifted his narrow head and continued to breathe in the faint whiff of another wolf. His body tensed, preparing for a possible encounter. Ears erect, tail down, the tall male waited.