lost in the grey

It had been a rough night for him. Twice he tried to fall asleep only to be snapped awake by dreams that were now painful memories. He supposed he could have asked a healer for something to help him sleep but as far as he knew there wasn’t even a healer in the small, newly formed pack. With little to no other option he simply started to walk, hoping it would clear his head. He was almost grateful when it started to rain, the downpour giving him something other than his old life to think about. Without even realizing it he had wandered down the Maw, through the Steppe and into the wide valley framing the Eastern coast. He was soaked to the bone by then, but he hardly cared. His large paws splashed in the shallow puddles with every step, his dark fur blending in to the even darker night.

He had just about been ready to turn back and return to his den when his near blind gaze caught a glimpse of stark white sitting on a stone. Another wolf. Someone had told him that the best cure for a pensive mind was company. He knew who had told him that but he didn’t want to think of them, not when he had so far managed to wipe his mind of thought. He crept toward the male, head low, his good eye flashing in the low light. He crept closer, his head leveled with his body, his hot breath steaming in the cooling Autumn air until he was standing right in front of the stranger. “Oy.” He said gruffly, trying to catch the stranger’s attention. “Wat ‘re ye doin’ owt here?”

This is him talking