Firefly Glen fire finds a home in me

unforgiving bearing of winter presses down on him; demanding and merciless. survival demands sacrifice and lore is no exception to this rule of both nature and nurture. fresh into his bearing as yearling, the coywolf pushes himself into the land of his father’s once kingdom now as crumbled and ruinous as his bones. pragmatic as he is, he seeks the first pack’s border he comes across, knowing that he has to start somewhere and that winter will only push harder. instinct tells him he will not survive long on his own and he is absent the pride and blossoming with the humility needed to both acknowledge and accept it.

the scent of borders grows stronger still and he halts in his steps, giving a wide berth between their scent markings and his body before tipping his head back and letting out a howl announcing his presence.

@Osiris, @Atlas, @Antares