A Thing About Blood
05-13-2014, 01:18 AM
Exploration was the young wolf's pass-time as of late. He had no home to settle in, so he really had nothing better to do. His nose seemed to be glued to the ground as of late, always following some random smell, the various scent trails he had found had nearly led him all over the land. It was exciting to say the least and also extremely confusing. The scents were insanely criss-crossed, always changing direction and over lapping each other. If one went by scents alone, this land was chaos. He padded along patiently after the scent of a buck, though he wasn't going to able to do anything about it, should he track the creature down. However, he supposed tracking was a useful skill to posses. A low call rang through the sky, and he tilted his up, looking about him, before going back to his scent. His nose twitched, and he paused sneezing. Shaking himself, he let out a disgruntled grumble before continuing his journey forward completely oblivious to the world. Speech, |