He traveled on and on, steady in his progress towards nothing in particular even as winter's presence became almost unavoidable. It slowed him down none, for now, at least.. which may not have necessarily been wise -- not that wisdom was a trait of his.
For the time being, the thrill of the wanton freedom had not worn off; he had entertained himself well, especially after his last few weeks spent on the fringes of a pack just south of here -- one with a strong alpha and beautiful, fascinating daughters. Who was he, a prime specimen of young male, to pass up an opportunity such as that? All the same, eventually he had been run off in an ugly show of teeth and malice, as seemed to be customary for him now that he had met maturity. He took it in stride and consequentially, took himself elsewhere. The beige male had been forced to stay on his toes but he left behind that short chapter of himself with satisfaction.
So today, he found himself cantering across the rolling foothills of these strange new wilds. Mountains loomed on the horizon and soon he found a river. Deeming it as good of a path as any, he joined up alongside it and continued on. The minutes turned to hours with relative ease. He traveled onward in almost-mechanized silence.
Until his mismatched eyes spied another. His ears swiveled forward and he took half a second to fluff out his creamy coat, just to be certain, and approached with a curious bark. A female, no less, he smelled pack affiliations on her and much, much else. Dio appeared as a curious stranger with unknown intent; he looked to see how she may regard him as he walked closer to her.