Golden Glade don quixote

The wolf stalked the glade with purpose, forging his own path where he found traces of wolf scent on the off-chance it was someone he knew. He avoided the piles of golden leaves whenever he was able. If the man was to find his wandering wife, he would do so with cunning, and with quiet.
The air was growing colder by the day and soon, he thought, he would be left to hunt for himself and find shelter. The sky was growing dark despite the hour (it wasn't yet midday); the wind gusted through the grove and sent tendrils of unwelcome chill throughout his body; as a result, Neizan was in no laughing mood.
The scowl on his face was clue enough of his poor mood.
When I find you, you are in for a world'a hurt, puta.