Phoenix Maplewood out with the cold, in with the new

The crisp breeze of the Canadian wilds were feeling a bit warmer this morning. Come to think of it, the plush elk pelt Vito had made his place of solitude last night wasn't near as comfy as it had been either. Something was off. The Eastern wolf curled multiple disgruntled folds across his marred muzzle before the slightest crack of vision was allowed to inspect what he was beginning to understand. Yep; this wasn't where he had laid to rest the night prior. A part of the male simply wanted to go back to sleep and wish this place away, but the act would be fruitless and, worse, counterproductive to making new trade routes. Thus, with an exasperated sigh fit for the lips of a king rolling lazily off a throne, Vito took the new ground beneath his paws.

With a fully alert mind and clear gaze the place wasn't so unwelcoming. A bit warmer than he'd like, yes, but not bad. He was quick to take in the foreign sights and smells as he passed them by on his casual stroll around the nearby forest. It thought it best to stick nearby for now. Afterall, time and opportunity would surely bring him other places beyond what was to be his new abode.