King Elk Forest the skies will call forth thunderous storms from afar

Gannet had traveled for months with his brother, learning what @Whip had to teach him and enjoying a view of the wider world. Travel had had its share of hardships, but it had been a time of growth, and he'd come to realize that others' happiness couldn't come at the expense of his own. A milestone for the pale boy who at one time would have given the world if asked.

He had parted ways with his brother amicably, though, feeling like there was more for him in a familiar ground. As much as he traveled, this place had stuck, though it was with a little nostalgia that he strode through familiar stretches of ground. It was damp and dismal, but he walked with a spring in his awkward step. Life was good.

Another wolf caught his eye, and he stopped, but didn't call out. Instead he just watched them go curiously. They seemed to be on a mission, unlike him. He was in no hurry to get anywhere fast, instead just enjoying the (miserable?) day.