Fox's Glade happiness loves company

ooc; march 30th; enters teekons!

his steps would make him enter this land quietly. wary. almost apprehensive. the man would look about and wonder where to begin. where to start. for he was merely a traveler and without a place of residence. a guest in these wilds. open to many situations yet offering nothing but skill in return. cautious of a new realm, yet appreciating the fresh start. he had been to other places on his travels but none was as vast as this location.

Benedict felt himself recline, frowning softly. if other wolves - well, they had to - existed here, he hadn't seen any so far. but the air was heavy in their scent. a few places along here was much denser, suggesting packs lived here. of course, they did. where there were wolves, there were packs. communities. houses. homes. he wanted a new home. though he knew you had to typically fight for your place. nothing was going to be handed to him. he bit back the sigh before rising, his brief rest just that. brief. he had other places to explore. people to meet. connections to grow.

he would barely notice if another approached him, too focused on the expanse before him to notice much else. ah well.