Ouroboros Spine Autumn winds have long since past.

Hello darling. @Kukutux hopefully, but others can join.

Paws of night kissed shadow fell on the mountain range. Black tipped ears swiveled listening, waiting. So many sounds in the mountains, so different than his former home, with it's lake and tall trees. But it smelled fresh here. Like the fresh air after a thunder storm, the kind of storm that made your fur plaster to your body, made bones jut from pieces of meat, curled around you enough that your fur drew smoke, and mist as it dried. It smelled clean.

Rodyn took another deep breath, drawing in the air, the scents dancing along his senses. There were wolves here, so he was mindful of the borders, especially now babies, whelping all of the above, he wasn't about to get on the wrong side of a mom. He licked at his shoulders where his fur had grown spiked and tall at the mere thought of an angry mom.

His autumn fur did not blend with the green grasses of spring, it blended with the forest and the trees. Here, he was not as well hidden and though it smarted just a bit, there was a thrill there. A tendril of a type of excitement of the unknown. What would happen? Who would he meet?