Duskfire Glacier i'm just a guy with a boomerang

Fallen Sun trekked onward on his journey, pulled in this direction for no specific reason he could discern. Merely... a feeling that his paws had, tugging him forward. The dark-brown male held one of his paws above the ground, every few steps trying to put weight on it. 

He'd had quite the time getting out of the grotto with all the cute little songbirds with a sore body and sprained leg, but the wolf managed. 

It wasn't where his heart decided he wanted to stay, so he had left and traveled further. 

And in his journey through this taiga, he had yet to spot another wolf, until... now? His nose had picked up another wolf on the wind, and his mind grew as curious as his paws did, limping his way toward the source.