Golden Glade in a house that's not a home

The trail he traveled endured forever. Yet, that was an obvious situation a homeless wolf agreed to. He had accepted his fate long ago, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek to alter the future. Collision had decided to forgo the wooded regions come nightfall. Last he did that he was ever conscious of the rattling the night brought forth. It was safe to say he found little comfort in the creatures that came to life at night.

The wafting scent of another had become stronger and stronger as he moved. He wasn’t sure around what tree he had picked it up and he was no longer sure which way to go to avoid him. Collision continued to eye every twist and turn that he could–alas his eyes fell on the gray silhouette that entwined with the shadows as easily as he himself did. Rays of sunlight occasionally entangled with the stranger and brought him to life. It was unlikely he was ignorant of Collision’s own near-by presence.

“Excuse me,” his voice echoed louder than he intended. As though his baritone needed time to catch the other. His pace drew to a halt and there he was–shouting at a strange man in the middle of a forest. Aye, it could go either way at this point.