Mount Apikuni Cold smoke.

Occasionally his thick head still pounds and the migraines still plague him. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him but he assumes it’s due to the scar that shifts onto his right eye, for it wasn’t there until he awoke in the new land he finds himself in now.

The soothing blue-white light of moon leaves sporadic shadows on the forest floor. His head is level with his body and a light sneer twists his facial expression due to the migraines that crawl through his head. Heavy paws carry him onwards through the night trying to find out exactly where he might be. Then he stops abruptly in his tracks when he spots another animal just a few paces ahead of him. 

Upon further examination, he makes out the features of another wolf. One of colors that seem to appear agouti but are drowned out and distorted by the moonlight. He views the stranger from the side and they turn around after stomping their little paw onto a cluster of flowers. The stranger seems healthy and well fed, he can’t help a fun smirk come to his maw at the scene. 

On another note he’s doesn’t know how they haven’t seen his hulking white form yet. He takes a light sniff and the wind washes her scent onto him, the smell is distinctly female. This time he lets out a low chortle. “Now what’s that flower ever done to you?” He asks smoothly, coming out from behind the shadows.