Blacktail Deer Plateau The world is half way gone

The territory was... different... to say the least. The dark and cream wolf had grown up in caves, not a forest, but he could adjust. Having a blind eye certainly put the large warrior at a disadvantage in learning the new territory, but it wasn't impossible. He did manage the trip from the Kriegs all alone, after all. Kuno kept his head low, but not to show weakness, but to catch scents and to see any low debris he could trip on.

This territory would take a while to get used to. In fact, the new way of life itself was totally different. Kuno was accustomed to being surrounded by blood thirsty, battle hungry wolves who would bite his muzzle off without a second thought if he said something the wrong way. Now, he didn't know what to expect, but he knew for certain it was not as dire as his old home. Regardless, the half-blind male would have major adjustments to make, and would have to learn to trust the new wolves.