Sawtooth Spire And if I diagnosed the pain in my life

there was a faint wolf smell that he had encountered before but never investigated, preferring to give the area a wide berth. but this time..it smelled stale. dead. were they gone? he was curious, sauntering into what was once wolf-territory.

he had prepared to give up on the land and write it off as abandoned, but there was a fresh smell, then the sound, then the sight of one of brown and gray. he approached the wolf with a casual swagger in his gait, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible (though that rarely worked — his presence was enough to frighten some canids off. 'sup man?