Bearclaw Valley count it all joy

He tried to imagine what a space like this would be like with a bustling population; this amounted to weak images of faceless, muddy shapes swarming from the dark of the trees. He tensed as he watched these malformations travelling like gossamer across the grass, slipping over the snow and away again, melting from his mind's eye. She wouldn't have seen them - but such oddities were common to Larus. Something unique.

He broke from his thoughts when she asked after him, inquisitive and friendly, which he deeply appreciated... for a few seconds at least, until the question registered in his brain. He looked disgruntled after that, his brows nearly meeting as he frowned - looking very much like his dead father. Surly, almost.

Not from anywhere, and dunno where I am goin'... which sounded a lot like 'lost' but Larus was always in this state of transition, never really settling anywhere for long. He took a breath; the layered wolf scent around the two of them made him nervous. Seen anyone else around here? It sure smells like there's something brewing.