The Heartwood Clean bandit

OOC: So rusty!

IC: Elwood squinted up at the sky, attempting to judge how many hours of daylight he had left. He debated returning to the makeshift den he had stayed in the last two nights, or continuing to head south. Though he was surrounded by the scents of wolves, none of them belonged to the one he was looking for -- his sister was nowhere to be found.

He frowned and bit his lower lip thoughtfully, shuffling his charcoal paws through the fiery leaves at his feet. The methodical crunching sound muffled any other nearby noises; he wasn't being particularly careful at this point. He was feeling disheartened and worried, knowing that he would need to find a pack for the winter or begin the long trek home.

Before any decision could be made, however, Elwood's attention was caught by movement ahead through the trees. A large, dark-colored wolf appeared, his nose pressed to the ground. It was obvious that the stranger was looking for something -- or someone? -- as well. Instinctually, Elwood's posture dropped submissively, and though he looked in the other male's direction, he avoided making eye contact. "Hello," he called out, making his presence known so as not to startle his focused counterpart.