Kintla Flatlands Should've stayed at home...

The flatlands were where Atshen found himself on this particular day, and he had wandered aimlessly for quite some time. Though he preferred the tangle that was his mother's woods, Atshen also found that there was much more fun to be had beyond the forest. 

He stalked forward at a sloth-like pace, his eyes scanning the barren territory as he trudged. The snow was receding from the blizzard, yet it's presence on the land was undeniable. It seemed like the wolves of the Teekon would see snow for quite some time. 

A north-bound wind crossed the large wolf suddenly, bringing the scent of the woman from the creek and the smell of her heat. He could feel his instinct perk at this moment and he paused as a result, turning to the far-off figure curiously. Though he wasn't one to go up and introduce him, he instead lingered, wondering what she was doing.