Blackfoot Forest Moving along

Growling travels through the air causing a thin pale wolf to sigh. He wasn't afraid for it was coming him, even more specific from his belly. The thin white, lightly greyish wolf been treading without a clearcut direction for moons alone. He just wanted rest as the ground levels out and ahead was green, lustrous trees. Twitching his nose, there was a border. Quickly stepping back, Pritmor shuffled his paws nervously. He already had his tail tucked between his hind legs.