It's black and white

Rain water was still dripping from the grapevine leaves that seemed to coat every inch of the trees around him. The rain had finally let up and the clouds had parted to let in a little sunlight just an hour or so before. His legs were damp from the grapevine leaves brushing against his legs as he walked. The shower hadn't lasted long, but it was just enough to keep him holed up in his momentary den for a while. His progress through these new lands had been slow and methodical thus far. He took the task of learning his way around their new homeland as seriously as he did anything else in his life so he didn't want to miss a single inch.

He gave himself a shake as some rain dripped down on him from a branch up above, large drops plopping right in the middle of his head. At least it seemed like the constant rains around here were starting to let up and become less frequent. He paused to sniff the air in hopes that he might catch the scent of something to eat. Instead all he really smelled was the damp smell of plants and earth. He was about to go on his way when the faint scent of another wolf cut through the rain's clean smell. A soft, interested hum sounded in his chest as he considered it. Well, a little pit stop couldn't hurt. He changed his path a bit to follow the scent with a bit of curiosity, keeping his gaze peeled for the source.