Hideaway Strath Curious to see

He had spent a bit getting the lay of the land. It was a strange feeling, being part of something more than what just revolved around himself. He would acclimate—it was something he had planned on doing time and over again, but something always felt missing. It still did—but he just swallowed that foggy notion.

He had spent time marking the borders earlier, and now he considered tracking one of the herds he had seen earlier. He paused mid-step, golden fur ruffling in the breeze that swept past as a phlegmy cough broke the peaceful silence.

Glancing over his shoulder, he seen a tawny male coming toward him, though the wolf didn’t seem to notice him yet. He recognized the guy only slightly, as he was still placing names to faces.