Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

There was a nonzero chance the wolf had been moving in circles. It didn’t really matter to him, though, as he had no location in mind. No end goal. He was fine just exploring…the issue was, he’d rather not explore the same thing twice. But without the ability to smell his piss, he couldn’t guarantee he hadn’t been here before. 

He’d figured out fishing, at least, and rivers were plentiful, so he wasn’t relying so hard on his scent to eat. It..wasn’t ideal, and the slimy fucks always seemed to give him stomach problems, but it was enough to make his body stop complaining. 

He’d at least recovered fully in other ways and didn’t seem to have any problems with his leg anymore, but he was losing hope that he’d ever smell again. 

The forest didn’t look familiar..then again, forests rarely had distinguishing features. In that respect, it looked exactly like every other forest he’d been in. But not in a familiar way. 

Aaand it happened again. Without any way to smell others nearby, he just sorta stumbled on to them. And this wolf was very much awake, unlike the last. He wouldn’t be the one to say something first. In fact, he hoped he’d gone unnoticed. He’d wait to see.