Stone Circle Lollipop Lotus

Mawk had been simply walking, paws drifting over the snow coating the ground while his mind wandered and thought upon the goings of life. He was content to patrol, primarily he did this during the early hours of the morning, but occasionally he would continue during the late afternoon, or as the moon began to rise. The curtain of darkness that enveloped the sky during the night was almost comforting in its silence, so he did not feel unsettled when patrolling really early or really late.

When he came across the male, white fur blending wonderfully with the snow itself, he let out a chuff of greeting. The man had never met this wolf before but from their scent they were clearly one in Easthollow so he would treat them as such. There was a head, this he also noticed, but he made no move to try and take it - he was not interested. What he was interested in, however, was this male. Perhaps he could strike up a pleasant conversation, or simply familiarise himself with the stranger in another way, like a hunt or a spar.