Firefly Glen i can bring you in warm

temperament: phlegmatic

the early morning is cold, the sun just cresting the horizon; hidden by the rise of the spear-tipped mountain but defiantly casting it’s golden glow upon everything it can reach nonetheless. kraken takes a deep breath; the tangy scent of salt still upon his pelage. the desire to go further inland was little more than impulsive. the plausibility of surviving the winter as a lone coastal wolf weighs heavy upon the cairn.

the need to survive outweighs his wants.

it always has.

steps slow to a halt as he draws near a border; claiming the stretching glen before him. knowing that he must start somewhere, whether they take him in or not, he decides in the herenow that it’s where he’ll start.

with that in mind, kraken tilts his head back and lets out a howl, announcing his presence.

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