Little Goat Mountain gänseblümchen

The smells were familiar, though he had spent precious little time in the mountains before he had moved on. He had preferred it to the sea, even though he'd met more wolves at the lower altitude. He couldn't remember her name - he honestly remembered no one by name from this place - but she had been nice and pretty. He'd liked her and he'd liked their time together.

That wasn't enough to keep him here. Not then.

He was hopeful this time. He had new direction and a cultivated interest. He had ideas and goals that he wanted to meet. He looked into the distance, knowing there were packs out there - would he join one this time? Maybe. Anything was possible, or so he had been encouraged to believe.

He pushed deeper into Teekon, no specific destination in mind, when he spotted a large, dark wolf making his own way along the mountain. The first but likely not the last. Diaval shifted his course to come closer, keeping a healthy distance between the two. "Hey...uh...sir. Where am I?" Might as well get some bearings.