Fox's Glade Get nothing done

no problem, i was on holiday anyway ^^

The glade was a place close to Easthollow that Charles knew fairly well. It was one of the first places that he had explored when he had left the territories. Something was different about the place that day, something that cast a shade upon the glade. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but everything seemed less picturesque than it was usually. Perhaps the grimness of the day, he thought at first, but upon closer inspection the day wasn't grim at all. Not outside his head, anyway. How peculiar.

When he laid eyes on the creature the first time Charles did not think much of him. There was something cold about him, but then again, Charles himself was not very expressive either and so he did not think much of that, either. Rather than approaching, calling out or departing, Charles merely stared at the dark wolf as he moved through the glade, waiting to see if he would be seen from his position not far from a small, narrow path through the glade, close to a stream where Charles had been drinking.