Emberwood you're my everything

*stealing this :D*

Kieran had been traveling, he was paw sore and weary, but he kept his head up. The wound upon his face was slowly healing. It no longer cracked and bled, it was almost a complete scar again. He wanted revenge in a sense on the wolf that had done it, while at the same time he just let it go. Heavy footfalls fell along the ground, as he walked from their current camp. It was suffocating for the scarred Irishmen, all those wolves all around him.

He dipped his muzzle to the ground, Kaskara's scent came to his nose. He wuffed gently, as he rounded a bend. He tilted ears forward to listen to his friend, one wolf that never suffocated him. One of the few he could be around for extended periods of time.