Broken Antler Fen when we drive

Down from the mountains and into the fen, the long-legged brown wolf ran loftily into the fields of grass with his fur tousled in the wind. Every now and again his paws would dip into one of the many puddles of water littering the wetland and he'd brace it intentionally upon his next landing, a soft smirk on his face as water sprayed around his darkened paws before continuing on. 

Finally approaching a bough of trees he decelerated, tongue lolling out as he caught his breath in the shadow of a nearby cedar. He'd merely take a moment to rest, gazing around to take in his surroundings... When he was sure another wasn't near at least at the moment, he'd leap back into a sprint as if spiders had tickled his legs. A rush of energy sent him weaving through the trees, challenging himself to dodge every obstacle he came across whether be in the form of a crooked log, a stretch of water, or an outcropping.

The man felt reinvigorated by his days here thus far, the Goddess of Autumn had been kind to him since his arrival. He'd not take a moment for granted in her stead, reveling in this newfound vitality however temporary it may or may not be. For it, he was thankful, even when he felt his momentum slow again and his gait slackened to a leisurely lope. No shame under his pelt though, after all a nice rollick every once in a blue moon was more than enough to keep him entertained for a long while after.