Fairspell Meadow the belasco house in maine

Rowan ventured in a different direction today.
He'd chosen a rather dull day to do so. Water caked his fur into thick clumps, and more ran down his sodden sides. 

But there were more wolves wandering around. This one caught his eye.
Looking to the sky with a calmness about him, it seemed. Well, to Rowan at least. 
Ivory Rose needed more members, and something about this man drew Rowan closer.

Rowan glanced to the sky too. The grey was only greyer than the last time he looked.
"What do you search for?"
He didn't seem lost, as such, it seems he was looking for something. He just didn't know where.
His tail waved in a friendly, neutral position, whilst a curious look held his gaze.