Ravensblood Forest civil liberties

Lol, you and your present tense posts. :P

If he played his cards right, Sidewinder had a feeling he could lead a very comfortable life here. He would dance from pack to pack, helping their sick, spreading gossip and secrets where they would be most damaging, and pass information around to those who sought it. The population was certainly here for it, and he had already encountered his fair share of interesting wolves. The winter would be easy, he thought, so long as he picked the correct packs to align himself with.

He had wandered this way and that, never straying too far outside of the central heat of the packs that lingered all so close to one another. They were the source of everything that he needed, even if he shunned their way of life. Sidewinder was a wolf for himself, and he would not join in their organized lifestyles. He was a free spirit, and nothing had changed him to be anything else, even after three years alive.

Night was quickly approaching, and Winder led himself into a vast thicket of trees. He sought a suitable bedding site for the evening, one that was none too conspicuous to those who might pass by. But a voice distracted him from his search, and although the words had been too far away to make out, he marched toward them with interest.

When finally his hulking white form approached her, he realized what a beaut she was. “A lovely creature, out here all alone?” he inquired, licking his chops and letting his golden eyes trace her figure. Even in the early evening light he could tell that she possessed something that not all females did.