Noctisardor Bypass Passing Through

Fleetscut hummed softly to himself as he trotted along the new territory. He would stop and smell things ever so often trying to find a semblance of where he was. All he knew was he was not in Kansas anymore. Shaking his shoulders he continued on, the sharp sunlight slanting off of his tan overtures and making them gleam. He was ever mindful of all the pack markers or at least other wolves and he did his best to make sure that he steered clear of them. His dad had always taught him to be mindful.

Taking a small little rest he stood about 100 feet from a nearby pack marker, just the start of it and laid down for a moment. He looked out over the landscape and panted happily. He was just enjoying himself for now, he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but he did want to meet as many wolves as he could. Hopefully he wouldn't get any marks on his handsome face.