Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

@Baelfire ;; a wild thread appears!

the light drizzle had ended a few hours ago but the smell of rain that fresh, earthy smell lingers in the roots of the damp earth. the late afternoon, early evening sky is cloudy but the sun peeks over the threshold of the clouds every now and then as they skirt past. where brisbane's travelled — a glade — was rather isolated, especially as he deigns to give the pack that borders the territory a wide berth as he will continue to do so until the knowledge that he will have to subjugate himself to another's leadership sits better in his chest. currently, the idea roils and aggravates like a festering wound. a few months out of his place among blackshark bay's leadership, evidently, is not long enough to dispel the dominant way in which he thinks and operates and he sees no point in trying to merge himself into a pack knowing that he'll just cause trouble.

attention turns outward, steps slowing as he nears the creek that cuts through the territory, ears cupping forth to attention atop his skull as he bows his head and laps greedily at the fresh, cool water.