Deepwood Weald Beneath the dense trees

There was a dampness to the air that could send a shiver down one's spine alone, and with very little sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees, the bitter chill worked its way through Memphis's patterned fur, crawling beneath his hide like a venomous snake. A wall of fog scudded across this particular area of the wood today, and it would never fail to surprise him that he could effortlessly walk through the silver wall, like some sort of ethereal form. He had to admit that this unfamiliar location was difficult to reach the exit, especially with all the identical ferns that stood in his way, and the mysterious mist made him harder to continue his route. Despite all the difficulties, he remained optimistic, knowing that he would eventually find his way out of the maze.

Memphis was neither silent with his travel nor particularly loud, his paws only bothering to change their course out of instinct when they encountered a fallen twig. Part of him hoped that he would encounter a few friendly rogues, but the logical part of him was what forced him to be content with enjoying the somewhat unsettling scenery alone. The gentle breeze wafted the mist through the distant undergrowth, and with them came the scent of a creature. The grey wolf began to skulk near the colorful ferns as the leaves whipped against his legs with the sound of falling rain. When he reached a suitable proximity, he lowered himself closer to the autumn's blanket as the tiny paws of the same creature stepped against withered leaves sounded off like a softly repeating alarm echoing between the growing birch trees. Memphis's flaring nostrils took one more whiff of the now memorized scent of the large hare before he darted forward, pouncing half-blindly in the sparse leaves that separated himself from the frail creature. His mouth opened frantically as a whirl of brown tinted fur brushed past his chin, his jaws crushing down with a terrible crunch on what appeared to be the neck of the hare, blood surging into his awaiting mouth. Memphis dropped the lifeless animal and tore its skin apart with his incisors, allowing his stomach the rest it deserved.