Stone Circle you can keep your pity

Weather: 21˚, foggy, high noon
Tags: @Valette, @Greyback, any Easthollow wolves
Notes: Alliance/Scout thread.

The young male's fatigued limbs were on the precipice of failing him, welcoming sleep. He had hesitantly found his way back to glade where his encounter with the white wolf had been enacted. When he had then sunk into repose, the tribulations of his horrid dreams plauged his mind periodically. As he uncurled his body in it's past sleeping attitude, he would vaguely remember the events of its happenings. 

He know walked the cold and seemingly bear earth, even with the sun at's highest station of the day, it's light could not warm his cold frame. The only two purposes that stopped him from falling into weakness was his nipping hunger and the alliance he was going to propose shortly. The young man had come across a place to groom his discount pelt, and began to lazily groom. His thoughts were troubled to say the very least. He wanted to return quickly to the wood with Ibis, but he also wanted to establish an alliance she wasn't looking for. Awol couldn't determine from her standpoint that she would be indebted with his behavior. 

He shook himself ruggedly and continued on with a dull trot, crushing the frosted undergrowth below his paws. His instinct was not extinct, and as he neared the border he made sure to investigate if there were any prey residing innthe underbrush. Though he highly doubted it, and he was precise. These woods had been deprived of their quarry and flittering animals, other than the wolves that took voluntary refuge in the barren place. 

The young man did not concern himself over finding a place to briefly reside as he then howled, piercing the air with his voice and thensome. He didn't bother tagging a message with this one, it was a measly signal. Awol maintained a dignified posture and cold, shrill glance to any newcomers. He coulnd't belive hed wanted this to be home once. He was desperate and fatigued, but now he had purpose.