Ravensblood Forest ain't gonna hide how I feel

Rowan trotted through the Teekons.
Older, wilder. His fur was shaggy and twisted into little dreads, making his form look much bigger. Stone glided above, banking like a seabird on the brisk ocean gusts. It was bloody, fucking cold.
And those sequoias looked very inviting. Nestled so sweetly in some mountains, protected from that buffering wind. 

He surged forward, hoping to get out of the fouler weather before he got too cold, yet as he neared the scent of a pack grew stronger.
Small in numbers, but most seemed healthy. He sniffed around, a good distance away, before lifting his head to look into the trees.
Stone landed between his shoulders, tilting her head to also peer into the depths. 

Rowan waited. If they were any good, they'd take notice of his presence.