Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

Have a thread up with Wylla, but it isn't finished yet.

It was with careful steps, and even breathing Reyson departed from Mereo. He wasn't watching or paying attention, no today was a day for training. As always as he ran the tell tale burn began as he pushed himself, and he pushed further, long limbs tearing up the ground. Every breath in sync with his steps. 

He had missed running. Had missed training. He hadn't had the opportunity to do much as he had left his home, and begun to travel. At the back of his mind were all the different conversations he had, had of late.

He noticed another wolf further up, but he didn't know if they would pass, and he wasn't too worried about it. It would be what it was.