Rising Sun Valley precious and fragile things

There was a certain draw for wolves to roam, tasting and sniffing out each part of the vast landscape. It helped to familiarize and become comfortable in their new homes. Dovev himself had found excitement in perusing the wide slopes against the mountain ranges, and wandering through conifer forest as he kept the image of Swiftcurrent far to his right, blurry in the distance. Now the white wolf had found company in a packmate, the young black wolf whose eyes held an unwavering shade of blue.

Rather than be his usual abrasive, frayed, self, Dovev returned the greeting with a light nod, a smile curled on his lips. Although the grin was meant to be warm, the soaked white fur upon his jaws made his lips ragged with tufts of ivory fur and pulled back to reveal his back molars. It was a brief expression before it faded away and was replaced by the intense stare of pale silver eyes.

That's understandable. I'm Dovev, and you? the beast responded, stepping off to glance back at the trees with flared nostrils. The air was beginning to smell of damp leaves. The grassy meadow they had met on was sloped sharply to the line of pine trees and ash, their floors covered in thick tufts of grass and rock. It was valley, and eventually, through the trees, would be the upper Arrow lake, in which the shadows of trees would dance upon it's surface. It was a quiet place, with only the sound of rain drizzling onto the earth echoed in Dovev's ears.

Good place for a pack, huh? he reflected lightly, glancing over his shoulder at the ebony male. Just out of curiousity.