Cedar Sweep i’m not ready

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     Embry had been travelling for many days since his departure from the wintery taiga and, further still, the Sunspire Mountains. His body was lean, albeit battered, by the slim meals provided the lone wolf's journey. In the stillness of the cedar, his golden form slunk at a monotonous pace.

     He picked up a hostile scent only seconds following his entrance within Cedar Sweep: a hash, tangy, volatile smell that set his nostrils flaring. Immediately, his posture grew stiff; tail swaying ominously.