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The air held an unforgiving chill and the breeze mocked its creatures with a bitter blow. It's land lays barren as beasts of its territory flocked to their homes in hope of escaping mother nature's cruel humor. He couldn't help but scoff at their delicate bodies, only finding slight pity in them for the winter to come. In the meantime, Ivar will thrive in the cold weather, his bulky form, fuzzy pelt, and big paws allow him to handle the dropping tempers with ease. The heat on the other hand was a little more unforgiving to the he; the radiating heat dragged him down and sucked energy from him. Ivar has always imagined being able to hibernate through the summer season like a bear through winter; the thought is nice.

Ivar pushed forward with little thought to direction, his leisure trot kept him at pace as golden orbs stuck to a straight path. Any destination always seems better than the last and this has always been his motivation in his long travels. It had been his plan to retire from his adventures once making it to the Teekon Wilds, yet he can't quite let go of his curious side no matter how annoying it was.

A particularly hard gush of wind ruffled up his fluff and carried a smell or scent if you rather. The aroma slowed his pace to a stop as his nose twitched at the smell, quickly analyzing it to be another wolf and they scented close. The thought of "Great" sarcastically ran through his brain before moving forward. It wasn't long until yellow eyes met the white pelt of another canine. Ivar didn't have the desire in him to play nice, although the words of his mother to be courteous and the sting of her paw smacking his head brought him to a stop. His stubbornness to not utter a word left him silent as he kept a close eye on the unfamiliar beast.