Lost Creek Hollow no grave can hold my body down

AW but tagging @Terance and @Arbiter

Summer lingered in the air though the days grew chillier with each passing night. The griffin soldier knew that soon would be the time to settle, and so when his nose flared with the captured scents of a small group of wolves, he hesitated in step, silver gaze gleaming as it took in the serene valley setting.

There would be no rhyme or reason to stopping in this particular destination, but the rugged wolf knew his time before the winter days came were running away from him—and it would be easier to solidify a place among ranks now, rather than within the damnable winter days.

Tracing forward, his features impassive, the large wolf elicited a light rumble from his chest, debating on calling out for an audience or to simply wait for one to find him—the various cultures he had witnessed all seemingly different in their views of word er etiquette.

And so the pale shadow chose to wait. If anything, he would see their worth of border patrol and timing to find him.