Blackfeather Woods Each and every day,

Some rose with the sun. They basked in its warmth and the heat it cast upon them. They shone with its light and embraced the colors it brought. In the high of Summer, Grimsley was not that wolf. As night fell, Grimsley awakened, an easy yawn splitting his jaws. He rose to his feet, shaking out the debris that clung to his pelt after hiding away in the darkened woods all night. Deep red eyes glanced around himself, breathing in the night air that was still a bit too warm for his liking, before he chose a direction and headed out to leave the woods and seek the mountains.

As he neared the end of his temporary shelter, the luminous coat of a white creature caught his attention among the trunks. He stopped briefly, inhaling the night air. A she wolf. He had seen no one since he’d arrived back in the Wilds. He was not highly pressed for company, so he would have said, but he headed toward the female, nonetheless. As he drew close, he rumbled into the night, his low voice carrying easily in the quiet - "Good evening."