Blacktail Deer Plateau Callous be his mind, but there are razor blades for that.

for our latest, @Krarius , but if anyone else would like to hop in and get to know this chump try hard, then feel free to hop your fine butt in there. AW~

Was the world meant to be so much less worry while within a pack? While most wolves found the companionship to be proper and even great, the Demon found it terrible. It made him unease, and this forced him out of the den, a notch of a den carved out of the mountains ledge. It was nice and hidden by the shade of the day and the angle which it sat at, while at night time the rotation of the moon allowed it to be visible, dark abyss against the wall of lightly blue tinged grey of the mountain. And out he came from the den as Dusk fell, standing on the edge of the ledge with lowly hung head as though he were some kind of gargoyle. Swaying from side to side, he stretched his hips and joints, then began his usual patrol. Who knows; he might run into Karvik again, tonight. Or, he bitterly thought, Ruenna. She could be watching him this very second, blending in with the shadows, and plotting his early demise!

With more determination, he loped down the trail of the steep incline, body jauntily swaying with every step. Even the way he walked was dangerous. Eventually, he made it down the walk, and left the plateau's masterpiece, setting off into the forests and trailing back to the river. Deep blue sheen hidden by the shadows, only to re-emerge scantily between flits of moonlight through the heaves of fall-tinged leaves. Was he there? Or was he not?

The breeze was nice, but ut was indeed chilly, and the clouds didn't assist in getting him found out. That however wasn't a problem for him. In solace was he, and he enjoyed the solitude. He almost had the inkling to relax himself, but his mind simply wouldn't allow it. With a sigh, the molten-eyed yearling kept forward, digging claws into trees when need be, scratching himself across trees who's warnings of territory began to grow faint.