it's that same old song

Alone, when Dovev was left to his own devices, it was quite a sight. The soft grass the spread under the aspens and pines were coated in fallen leaves and needles, creating a heady crunch sound with each step. The brute paced through the cold air, his eyes almost closed as he lifted his face to the berating, strong wind that was rife with chills. He was loving the dropping temperatures, and soon snow would come. Dovev's stomach was clenched with anticipation- he couldn't wait when his fur merged into the landscape, with only two, ice-cold eyes to discern him from nature.

The male stopped to lazily roll head-first into the fir needles, yawning as he stretched out on his back and felt the breeze rush over his ribs. Dovev would've been content to drift off into sleep if it were not for the call that floated eerily in the silent dusk atmosphere. He remained still, ears perked, before the howl died off. Rising to his paws, the warrior picked his way out of the small glen and onto the river plains that cradled the creek.

He could see Galileo ahead as Dovev pursued him at a jaunty pace, his white banner swinging high into the air. Curious as to what Scim needed, the tundra beast stopped alongside the council member and lifted his eyes to the alpha.