To make a king

The red forest has previously been occupied by his mothers demons in yfir. Although Riv thought nothing of it the memory sprung as he walked along the snowy grounds of the place. He and zeph would have to move on soon. It would seem food here was scarce - and with two huge wolves like themselves the food around wasn't cutting it. The male searched for the green stained women to find out and discuss with her what she wanted to do. After all, he had been getting bored and boredom was the result of probably staying in the north too long.

That was maybe the only thing he missed about pack life - was that you always sort of felt like you had something to do. Regardless he lifted his head and continued to look. Following her scent probably to the makeshift den they had made. The male had lost quiet a bit of weight while out here, he wasn't as thick as he used to be other than his fluff that surrounded him. He'd noticed that too - pack wolves tended to be thicker.