Bearclaw Valley I'm exactly what you think I am

@Scarlett

Ad woke from another nap, and strode from his resting spot. His peace had been unbroken this time. His mismatched coat of magistry, was slowly losing it's winter down. Tufts of his hair were falling out, when he had a chance he'd pull some. The only problem, he couldn't turn his head, or his leg to the right. He would need someone to get that for him, but he was loathe to ask.

He was determined to be as self sufficient as possible, he didn't want the world to know what or who he was. He didn't want anyone to know anything about him. Except, that stuff that was to important to ignore. His name for one thing.

He continued striding, a heavy limp as he walked more. He growled a little to himself and plopped down in the center of the territory. He fought to pull more of his winter coat, out.