Haunted Wood the nothing woods

There was no one here.

Grimsley had sought and found - he assumed - the pack that the wolf Tzila had once suggested he join her in. Rather, he had found what was left, which was nothing but the woods. 

He breathed in the damp scent of earth recently drizzled with rain. The sun was on its way to its place high in the sky where it would beat down heat upon all living things. It was dramatic but Grim would not be caught dead in the high sun. He entered the woods and the shade they provided; his nose low as he took in the smells of forest. It was an acceptable place. It was no mountain range, of course, but the forest was a decent second best and this one was just fine as far as they went. He understood why they had built a pack here though he did not understand why they had left. There was a pang of disappointment in his chest - not for the strange mercenary pack but for the she-wolf who had lived in it. He hadn't really expected to find her and, even if he had, he'd had no plans on what to do afterward. It was just as well, in the end.

He wandered deeper, pausing once to glance at the rapidly bluing sky. He would probably need to sleep in this abandoned wood for the day, hiding away like a goblin or vampire. He would have chosen a cooler, more suitable place but he had planned poorly, and he was stuck with what he could get, as it were. Eventually, he came upon a running stream and the monochromatic wolf bent his head to drink, a slight frown on his features. He filled himself with the cool liquid and wondered sharply about what had happened and where a certain black and red wolf may have gone.