crawl from the fire into the pan, what we don't need, hell will demand

@starling 0:)

the sunmelt wolf roamed the countryside without much in the way of any plans for himself or the afternoon. he had little interest in securing a future for himself as a pack animal and behaved in such a way that supported that lack of desire, keeping a ward between him and the neighboring claimed regions out of deferential courtesy, and deporting himself in an aloof manner –– to keep indwellers well within the context of his activities.

the day wore on with every stride that carried him deeper into the lowlands, but confidence not yet instilled kept the lone wolf retained by the mouth of the teekon wilds. he was not sure he wanted to proceed further, in case his presence was ill-received, so it was with discretion that he familiarized himself with the range surrounding him.

the deliquescing ice and water running under the soil nipped at the tough pads of his paws as oddleif racked alongside the glen's many galleries of trees, though he did not mind the cool sensation that snaked up his legs.

ears hitched on the soundwaves as well as constant surveillance, in search of mental enrichment oddleif crashed through the brush, mopping himself along the ground and rearing up on hindlegs to scrub his shoulders against tree trunks in an attempt to slough the itchy winter pelt from his body.