He had begun to leave the Creek and explore more often now that he had lived there for a few weeks, or at least he thought he had lived there for a few weeks already. He couldn't be sure, after all he never really kept track of time. Time to him was a small nuisance, all they needed to know was when to get up, when to sleep. For in the end, everyone was going to die someday and he doubted anyone would miss him, anyone that was currently beside him and knew who he was.
His paws found their way to Blackfoot Forest where it was famous for the foxes that roamed the dark woods. The silence calmed the welsh prince, it was good to be free of his pack duties and all the things that was required of him in pack life. Sometimes it was extremely annoying as the only pack he ever liked to be with and do his pack duties was his welsh pack and they were gone.
The warrior paused, nose sniffing the air warily when a howl sounded into the air. Curious, the rhyfelwr tywysog made his way towards the sound. He spotted a jet black wolf with glimmering blue eyes and a wolf graced by Autumn's touch. They didn't smell like any pack, like a loner however a faint smell lurked underneath them. He didn't give it much of a thought though, why should he care? He had no family near him anymore, not much to protect.