Fox's Glade Life is a journey and only you hold the key

Neako's dark form moved wearily through the valley, the bulky brute's paws carrying him at a slow and casual pace as he pushed tiredly onward through tall grass. His body ached as he roamed, the night colored male's golden eyes peering around at his environment, black ears swivelling atop his head as he listened to the sound of trickling water to one side of him, bringing to his attention that a stream, luckily, ran through the terrain. And now with water on the mind, the lone wolf gradually trailed off route, turning himself to walk toward the running water, his leathery nostrils flaring as he scented out the fresh aroma amongst the pungent perfume of the surrounding flowers.

It doesn't take long till Neako's amber eyes fall upon the sight of the glistening water, his attention being drawn to the scattered rocks and distant spruced trees that were decorated about the land. In truth, the brute didn't know exactly how far he had traveled, but knew full well that his paws ached and that he need a well deserved rest. But before lowering his head into the stream to take the cooling drink he so wanted, the speckled male couldn't help but cautiously observed the area once more. And when he felt comfortable enough, Neako finally lowered his muzzle down into its cold depths, his salmon colored tongue quickly lapping at its cold surface.