Deepwood Weald i thought nothing could go wrong.

He thankfully left the coast behind, but the smell of salt wouldn't be so easy. It clung to his fur and he snarled wordlessly, as if expecting it to gain substance so he can claw at it. He wasn't yet a man, but also not a boy any longer. It was one of those awkward phases. His body felt too big for his skinny legs. He wasn't sure how he walked so straight.

Nor was he quite aware that he was roaming near another wolf. The coast's smell stuck in his nose like a bad stench. Renwick didn't even see the woman curled up; he was too focused on finding shelter. Excuse his misery and pathetic wanderings. Entering the cave, he huffed loudly and sat near the entrance. His blue eyes glanced over behind him, taking in everything. He looked directly at the woman but... he thought she was just a boulder.

He looked away.