Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

It was cooler in these woods than in the surroundings territories. The ground here didn’t seem to get much sky exposure. Fine for the weather-avoidant—the shade seekers, the rain haters, the snow-scared—but not ideal for a man who liked to bask. No matter the conditions.

Winter’s Wake tsked. No, this place wouldn’t do at all.

The windchaser searched for the nearest path to free himself from this denseland, pausing when he noticed that his path would cross that of a pale wolf cloaked in fawn.

Ave!

A greeting call accompanied by the lift of his tail into an inquisitive wag. It was important to test the waters of the other’s temperament before deciding to approach.