Whitebark Stream We had already scorched the Earth once.

@Eights, maybe?  :D

As the afternoon waned and the sun began its descent, Artyom was relieved of his patrol. He observed the form of the wolf to take over as they loped from where he stood, following with his earthen eyes for a few moments before he veered to his left and made his way deeper into Whitebark territory.

Somewhere above, a proud owl simply watched the ranger as he padded acroas the forest floor, in search of a particular scent. The loner from the borders, pale-furred and with a coat texture that reminded him of the dark hybrid who'd vomited at his feet; Artyom's defence of Dawn that day was sure to have made him uncomfortable. Now that her season had come to an end and the hormones no longer muddied his priorities, he figured it was time to offer an apology.