Nursing Wounds

The water that the young wolf walked across lapped at his feet. This world was full of different things and creatures that he had yet to see in his life. The smell salt and many other prey animals hit his nose, especially when it came to fish and claws. Osiris was always learning new things, and was very curious about this land. It seemed to be some form of island. Least the temperature was slightly warmer than what he first felt when he came upon these lands.

His eyes looked downward as a shelled creature made his cranium tilt to the side in interest, pawing at it for a couple moments, making sure it wasn't harmful to him. When it didn't move or do anything spectacular, the grey male sighed and continued further into the island. The sun was just about to go down anyways, so a good place to rest for the night might be in order.

After walking for possibly who knows how long, a tree den happened to make itself known to him. He dropped his head low, sniffing for any form of life that inhabited it. There seemed to have been some form of creature, but the scent was stale and didn't seem to be occupied now as he walked inside and rested, watching the moon begin to start rising and filling the world with it's alabaster shine.