Valley of Gold We'll sleep when the morning comes

The mountains had not been his favorite. They were cold and treacherous, both things he tried to avoid if he could. He couldn't deny their beauty but to him, that wasn't enough. He had found a valley that was warm and welcoming. The grass had been soft and abundant. He wouldn't mind staying somewhere like that. Not alone, though, which was why he still searched. 

This place was better but all he could see for miles around him was red sand and he knew if he went any further out there, he would regret it.

Sun glinting off golden fur caught his attention, and his dark maroon gaze fell on a beautiful wolf. They were the most beautiful wolf he had ever seen he was pretty sure. His loneliness might play a factor in that observation, but he didn't care. Hawthorn carefully closed some of the distance between them, smiling as he called out to the other wolf. A playful, curious yip to get her attention without seeming like a threat.