The Heartwood You want me to stay

Setting: Night — 22:43
Weather: light rain, cloudy, heavy fog

Santiago had informed @Eldritch of his brief departure from the lands he now calls his temporary home. He’d be back, but he needs to continue his search for his mate, or his other one, Clarence. He wonders almost all the time what trouble he’s probably gotten himself into. He knows he’s horribly soft, but still with so many edges. He’s probably living his best life is a sweet little pack, fat and healthy. Or so he hopes. 

He wouldn’t know for sure until he finds him. Until then, he steps through this wretched land. It’s ripe with burnt and fallen trees, charred and lifeless. Rains drizzles over him, wetting his pelt. It bothers the many scabs over his ruined face and his cropped ears flick back in irritation. His face isn’t completely healed yet. The wounds have scabbed over and some of the smaller cuts have finally begun to scar. His left eye remains useless, his lid permanently closed. It hurts too much to open it. 

With his head hung even with wide shoulders, he trudges onward. Stepping over fallen trees and miscellaneous debris on the barren ground. His ghostly single eyed gaze stretches over the misty horizon, only able to see about thirty feet in front of him. He wanders aimlessly.