Hideaway Strath Dark of Soul, Strong of Body

It has been so long, Artok swears a lot, if it makes you uncomfortable please let me know. @Fury 

Adlartok ghosted forward on large brutish paws. His cloud soaked coat was a harsh against the backdrop of the forest. He tilted his head and sniffed at the borders stopping before he crossed them. It smelled strong, no stale scents. He tilted his head and looked around, golden eyes taking in the area.

He lifted his white tipped, scarred muzzle to the sky and howled out an inquiry.  He hadn't been in a pack for so long. He wasn't even sure if he still could, but he was strong despite he age. He was a fair hunter even with a limp. He had learned to use his limitations to his benefit. Some creatures didn't expect him to be able to attack them, and he always proved them wrong.