Silver Creek strange, the way it felt like home - to wander through the dark alone

Snow flurried down around him, dappling his coat in droplets of starlight. The dark skies overhead spoke of storms, but he was not concerned with this. He had faced much worse in his time. The jagged tendrils of his vantablack coat stood rigidly along his neck and shoulders. The lean frame moved with a confidence that could only belong to a creature that knew itself well. It was as though he had found himself precisely where he’d intended to be. The scent of other wolves did not deter him. He was a passer, and he did not intend to stay in their claim for long. Sojourn knew his path was never to find a home - at least not one that would last him long. All his life he had prepared for that way, and he had found comfort in knowing that he was an intended vagabond. 

The moonlight lit the earth in a ghostly blue. Sojourn did not marvel at it. He’d seen the moon touch most landscapes. Before, it had breathed life into his weary limbs. Before, it had given him hope of the unknown. Time had made him a wiser soul. The dark crow stepped through the stream without pausing at the touch of frigid water. Once on the other side, he lifted his crown to search the trees beyond. That was his decided goal; the forest would allow him some comfort before stretching out into the open air. The mountains beyond were luring. In his bones was the lust of a jagged rock crawler. In time, he knew that he would reach them. Until then, he sought only the dark of the wild wood.