Wandering with the seasons was par for the course for the giant, just a way to pass the time and stay well fed, and if he happened to collect a friend or two here and there all the better. It had been a good while since Atlas had seen his friends, he'd lost track of them at some point and not been able to reconnect, and then he sort of found himself wandering away for a time and well... It was all very uninteresting but in any case he was back in this land dominated by wolves and not all that comfortable with that knowledge now that he was getting a bit older. Some of the wolves were quite large here after all and age was wearing away at the bravado that Atlas had once worn like a badge of honor - like how idiot youngsters always seem to do until life knocks them upside the head with a good solid dose of reality.

Speaking of reality, his was starting to look rather strange. He had been wandering the middle of the continent, enjoying the greenery and sampling most of it, when he'd arrived at the prairie and found it to be rather pleasant. Sure he preferred a marshier area, but the grasses that still weren't all deadened by the coming frosts and winter snow were both tasty and comfortable to bed down in as he spent a day or two exploring the area, with seemingly less daylight to do so by with each passing day he might add. Winter was a bit of a pain, he really did prefer spring. New life, new food, better temperatures. None of this dark in maybe ten hours crap.

Presently Atlas found himself being a big of a night owl. The stars were well in the sky when he found himself troding along through the grassy plains, easily spotted from ages away as the tallest point on the plains aside from the very occasional solitary tree. Scooping up a mouthful of grass here and there, the moose moved at an unhurried pace, gradient eyes scanning the vast starscape above as he wandered without direction. It was a beautiful sky, but it didn't make up for the bite that was in the air further north. Maybe he would stay south a while yet, avoid the cold for once. Just because he could endure the chill didn't mean he absolutely had to.

In part, Atlas mused, he did figure that he was back to wandering his way through Boreas in the hopes that he might find a lost friend or two. Maybe moose were normally solitary creatures, but he'd grown used to having company and after a while the absence of anyone to talk to made him feel a little lonely. Long as he tried not to remember how many headaches that little red panda gave him he could keep pretending he wouldn't regret giving up his alone time eventually.

Speaking of company, as the night marched on so did some apparently nocturnal wildlife. A family of raccoons went scampering along in front of him, unintimidated by the several hundred pounds of size difference apparently as the boldly made their way in search of whatever it was that raccoons might look for or do, Atlas wasn't too sure as he'd never given it much thought. He did, however, space some brainpower to the next set of nighttime creatures that paraded ostentatiously through the grasslands. It was a small herd of deer, but not the ordinary brown kind you'd find behind every tree and blade of grass. They made Atlas look a lot less interesting. Five snow white deer, with soft cyan markings, entirely luminescent. Right. More than a little strange, he'd admit. Maybe he'd be alone in that assessment though, who really knew anymore.

The little herd moved cautiously, with ethereal grace in every dainty step. It was a buck with four does, and they looked like a royal family surveying their kingdom in the most regal way possible. The buck managed to retain his antlers - another weird thing that Atlas was beyond really questioning at the moment given the scene before him - and they were equally unique in that they were also marked with swirling cyan markings, which glowed and shimmered brightly even from a distance. For a solid minute Atlas dared to wonder if maybe he'd just eaten something funny. The animals didn't disappear when he shook his head, though one of them tensed and stared his way until it realized what he was and seemed to relax.

As the procession made their way across the prairie Atlas found that the night was only getting stranger - he kind of hoped that he'd eaten something weird. All across the prairie little plants began to softly glow as well. They bobbed and danced in the slight breezes that whistled across the land, adding to the mystical look of the night. Not sure what to do, and not sure he really needed to do anything anyway, Atlas was content for now to lay down and just relax for a bit while this all played out. Such a strange world, but hey, at least it wasn't a bunch of glowing predators on their way to try and make him dinner. That was probably on the agenda for tomorrow night. First the eerie then the terrifying, right? He imagined that's how his luck might go anyway. If something of that nature ever did happen he'd hope he at least got to drop one with a solid kick to the head. The advantage of being so large was that the risk of that happening to anything that tried it with him was high enough that he'd been unbothered for most of his life and only had to scare the fur off a few overconfident canines.

Testing the air, he didn't find any predator scents for the moment. Content to relax and chew away as only an older bull could, Atlas looked on, noting the occasional flicker over the ground of a... blue firefly. Right. Not even surprising at this point really.

Atlas

You get the sense that something is wrong. You also find 3 mushrooms. Maybe these are worth keeping…