Kreft would walk through the tall grass stomping the blades down to avoid it from itching his chest. He had been traipsing about Boreas for the past couple of days, he had been going places that he hadn’t seen the first time he was here. The first time around he had only really seen the north due to being grounded in a pack, in hindsight it would have been better to join a nomadic pack that he could see burn instead of a stationary one. As he was walking through the grass he would see another wolf farther away and it looked like they had been wounded sometime recently. As he slowly began to creep towards the wolf he would start to recognize some of their features, he would recognize the coloring and the eyes but from where?