Phoenix Maplewood the lungs of me be crowns over you

Kigipigak did not expect to find himself in this patch of wilderness again. He had journeyed away from the Wilds to search for some lost piece of himself, something to give his life meaning, and upon failing to find that... Here he was.

With a momentum spearheaded by his fading youth, the wolf had found his way back.

His first thought was to revisit Rivenwood; he did not go so far, not upon finding the maple forest. It was not its characteristic mix of red and gold yet. Greens and yellows dominated, waiting for the transition to summer.

As Kigipigak crossed in to the heart of the forest he found his mind emptying of his worries. He was glad to find this peace, even if it would only be temporary. Before long he crossed the fresh path of another wolf and felt the urge to move on immediately, and yet when he tried to do that, his strides carried him down the path after them instead.

The air was getting sweeter, but Kigipigak did not yet understand why.