Enter The Prodigy

Autumn winds brought it more than just a chill to the lands of Boreas today. Riding on the cool breeze strode in a golden framed male with emerald eyes. Landon had heard many tales of the lands of Boreas from his family, including the ones about distant family members he has never met before. That was his true reason for coming her, but the fun isn't in the destination right? It's in the journey there, and boy was Landon ready to have some fun with the wolves of Boreas. He couldn't very well decide what he wanted to do first; should he find some big bad wolves and throw down or should he track down some tasty females and get down to real business? He mentally shrugged his shoulders, guessing fate would decide that for him.

The northern lands were exceptionally colder than the southern lands, but that worked for Landon; his body carried with it a thick coat designed to keep heat in and cold out, so it was a rather nice day out for him. Somehow, the large male managed to travel into a rather interesting looking scene. Before him laid a slanted tree, resting its ends on a fellow tree, offering an almost bridge-like passage to higher ground. The way Landon figured, the higher up her went, the more he could see, and the more likely he would be to see something interesting to entertain him. So with the combined force of his hind muscles and tendons, the young male bounded up the trunk towards the skyline. Carefully did the golden male find himself a sturdy branch, thick enough to support his mass, and decided to lay across it, keeping his emerald gaze trained on the ground below so he might catch sight of something interesting.