Moonspear sunspot moondog

aw come meet the new boy on the blocc ;)

Slavik was hunting today, as he was most days, but today he was really more in the mood to relax. He’d been trying super hard to fit in, to provide for the pack. Where usually it’d be easy for him he was having a difficult time, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Not anything someone else had done, he had a tendency to get in his own way sometimes, and this was likely one of those cases. He would get over it though, with time. But for now and lately it was sort of dragging his mood, so he’d done little in the way of seeking out company, aside from that one guy he’d met at the lake.

A marmot hung in Slavik’s jaws as he walked through a forested path. Autumn sunlight streamed down and warmed his fur, and he was very thankful for it since there was a sharp wind cutting past. His sunny pelt was ruffled, and he looked like more of a big golden tumbleweed than a real wolf. He was headed towards a cache he’d made further into the Moonspear territory, where he could stash his kill.