Dawnlark Plains You can hold my hand if no ones home

*Keeping the date a bit vague if that's ok with you. Cal likely still smells like a member of Rivenwood, but at this time would no longer be a member*

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He wasn't sure where to go. Other than following behind the paw prints of his late mother to new pack territories he had not explored the Wilds around him. Everything seemed new despite several things being familiar. It wasn't as though the ground beneath him could differ greatly, yet to feel the welcoming chill of the frosted grass beneath his paws during the season of heat was a new experience for him.

The heat incubated in his coat and perhaps naturally he had been drawn northward. Following the chill in the air more accommodating to his size and build. He walked around without intent, lugging his weight around, at a leisurely pace. He had nowhere to be and nowhere to go. Although never forced towards anything in his life this sense of freedom was new and daunting. To take it in short bursts was his mind's way of handling it all.

Then the wind brought something new. The smell of an individual not hailing from Rivenwood. There had been visitors and newcomers to the pack before that Cal had interacted with, but always within the borders where the territorial scent was always present. He turned his head to better align his nostrils and identified it to be another male. The open plains left little to the imagination as he caught sight of the light-coated male from afar. 

Never having been overly warry of others in the past Calcifer thought it would be a good chance to meet someone new. Perhaps someone that could give him an idea of what the area had in store. With subtle intrigue, he strolled in the direction of the male.