A Rake's Progress

So I've managed to find some useful dupe to help me on my way. Too bad I couldn't stick around to fulfil my side of the deal - he he. They'll know not to trust a wolf like me again. Still a good feed counters many problems. So here I am - on my way.

Yeah on my way, whatever that is. I can't help feeling there's a reason I've come here. You wouldn't come here for the easy life, that's for sure. There's something. Something pulling me South I don't know what it is. Could it be that breath of spring air.

Spring air. Is there anything so fine. No perfume can compare in its delight. Intangible. Swept away by the wind in a matter of seconds but reaching to something primeval in the heart. A smell that stretches back thousands of years but you can never pin down. Organic, earthy, budding, pregnant with potential. If somehow there was life after death but in that life you were separated from your senses for all but one second for every million years, you would always choose the smell of spring coming for that second.

Spring certainly needed in this place. Cold here on the ground. These gnarled old trees shut out the sky. I can just make out the azure blue above. You know, it would be very easy to climb these trees, they are twisted and leaning on each other. Climbing up might actually be advantageous - get an idea of the upcoming terrain from the view Plan my next move. Who am I kidding - what plan!

Yes I'm going to climb up. Who knows there may be others around. Willing people who I can charm into helping me out. And if charm doesn't work.....