Firefly Glen Value

the razorback trudged through the layer of snow that had settled on the earth with a surly expression and a decidedly savage sway to his figure. the mountains had been left behind, though he was certain that he would find his way back there in a few days time. there was something to the heights that he was incapable of pulling himself away from, in spite of the possessive fellow who had made a temporary home there. while it appeared to be something of an untapped claim, tusk was certain that the other wolf would have sought to place the territory in his name. some prideful portion of his soul thought that he would never find himself beneath the likes of the hardy mountaineer, but he knew that was false. with the breath of winter having washed over the wilds, it was smarter to ally himself with those of like-mind and capability.

until then, the wildcat made wolf had ventured outward. his rangy frame had closed a great deal of distance in a short time until he had abandoned the rugged mountains and moved on to flatter terrain. it was out there that the wind seemed to bite against his bones, tearing past the thin veil of coarse fur and flesh. were he a wiser animal, he would have sought the protection of a sheltered den. instead, he was fueled by a vagabond's urge to continue moving; no amount of frigidity would turn him away from the wanderlust.

the scent of another caught his attention, and tusk drew his crown upward to peer into the fading light toward the shape of a pale stranger. his dull yellow gaze rested on the unfamiliar body for several long moments, gauging whether or not he should have approached based on the behavior that was demonstrated. after a moment more of consideration, the cur prowled forward and released a warning chuff to announce his presence in the area.