Deepwood Weald krymménos

hopefully this isn't pack lands. I can delete it if it is.

Rodyn walked along the mountains and valleys. His eyes on the horizon, while his mind stayed on the wolves he had met. He was mindful of borders, knowing full well packs were starting up. He didn't wish to accidentally tread on someones land and die for it.

It was with wandering mind, Rodyn came to a deep forest and he stopped as a prickling of unease skated along his back. He felt someone watching, waiting but he couldn't discern from where.

He looked around, growling softly to himself. He saw and heard no onr, so he took a careful step forward eyes ahead, ears laid to his skull. He'd watch and wait. See if they'd reveal themselves.