Luka's den was located south of the Womens' Glade in a group of delicious trees. In the middle of these trees Luka had spent the greater part of a day digging a large hole in the ground. Collecting a mixture of leaves and moss the male had put those down as lining for his den. After finishing his den the male was covered in dirt and sweat.
It was nearly nightfall when the male reach the creek. His normally well kept fur was a mess, so to fix this the male wanted to bathe. Stepping in the cold creek water Luka washed most of the dirt away from his pelt. He stood in the gelid running water up to his chest for a few moments before emerging out of the icy water. When he rose out of the final stretch of the water Luka's coal colored pelt wrapped tightly around his lean figure.
Gazing down at his chest the male noticed how white his fur had gotten. During the few months that the swarthy wolf was a loner he had gained a fair amount of silvery fur. The stress of being alone weighted greatly on the kind wolf. The male wore his new colors with little pride. He feared certain wolves would perceive the male as weak now that he was showing signs of getting older.