Emberwood I'm just telling the truth

To most, the sun seemed to smile upon the land - soft beams of light caressing the tops of trees and lighting the path ahead, but to Soltero it seemed almost teasing, as though finding enjoyment in the silver wolf's struggle. His paws were beginning to feel heavy from lack of sleep, eyes droopy and dull. At least the rumbles of hunger had yet to touch his stomach, but still the weariness cursed his body. Soon enough, he'd need to settle down and take a long rest to restore the youthful energy that should still linger in his bones.

The young man slunk through the woodlands in silence, black, leathery nose lifting toward the paling sky to gather all the scents in through his nostrils - one in particular stuck out to him, carried upon the jaws of the wind. A wolf. Immediately his demeanor switched, body instinctively on high alert and apple green gaze scrutinizing the area around him. They were close. Perhaps he should have been more careful, traipsing through the wilderness nonchalantly, but now his body was ready to spring into action if the need arose. "Who's there?" A hoarse, husky voice rang out from his lips, ears tilting forward in hopes of discovering the presise location of the stranger hiden from sight.