The Heartwood a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime

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Lagan was getting very close to home, he could just feel it. He found himself in another forest, but he'd never been in this one before. It was more north of the Caldera than he'd been in this direction before. It was a weird forest, the trees were more greyscale than he expected from a spring forest. He paused on his tracks when he heard commotion nearby, skittering of feet upon the ground. Curiously he started off in that direction, hoping he might run into another wolf.

When he arrived at the source of the ruckus, he found himself looking at the most beautiful guy he'd ever seen. Black fur like midnight, eyes like the sun. He was holding a dead rabbit in his jaws, and he looked rather proud of it. Lagan stared at him in awe for a moment, and suddenly felt the urge to say something.

Hey, nice kill. He stammered our kind of awkwardly, trotting towards the other male. For some reason Lagan's heart was thumping quicker than usual, and he wished it would stop. His fluffy tail wagged behind him, his white chest puffed out.