Blackfoot Forest MEET · Once In a Lifetime, The Suffering of Fools

The bright autumn morning was met with a sprinkle of dew across the fading yellow grass, the bulbous watery drops hanging off their tips. The blades tickled Cuan's legs as he rose from his shady bed. It had been some days when the beige creature had first joined his howl to the prologue of Bon Dye. Now a multitude of new perfumes flooded his nostrils, and the wiry wolf would need some time to sort out each perfume and attach it to a pack member.
He began to move through the smooth-trunked woods, the early rays of sun peeking through soft green leaves. The air itself was cool and crisp after the night, and now it was just beginning to reform the scents of the forest. With each diligent sniff, Cuan mapped the territory's layout in his mind. It would prove useful, and allow him to use the terrain to his advantage. Each pawhold allowed a firm grasp as he wove through the trees, hoping to come into contact with any other souls. He wasn't particularly one to announce himself, but the prospect of Bon Dye beliefs were intriguing. Magic? The Loa? Although he had assigned himself the perfect fit of Agwe'en, Cuan was on the boundary of exploring the virtues of his new home. He was extremely inexperienced, and new of only one way to present himself. A soft call heralded his attentions then, and the wolf turned. It was close. When he burst into sight, Cuan's demeanor shrank into one of submissiveness. His ears were flat against his skull and tail pulled between his legs. Although he was the only male, Cuan had already chosen his status and knew his place. There was not hesitancy in his yellow eyes, but something that refracted understanding.