Nursing Wounds

The edges of the land bridge were home to small areas of tree cover, as it led into the massive wildberry grove. There, the male was lounging in the shade until night fell. From there, he'd likely head into the northern continent. Here, the southern winter wreaked havoc on his titanic form. The cosmic male was far more suited to the north at present, and he was hoping he could find himself some cooler temperatures. His few brief stints there had allowed him a glimpse into the more familiar climate, and he had decided to abandon his adventures here in favour of temperatures more suited to his thick pelt. He'd have to return eventually, the remains of the manatee he had buried would yield some interesting bones that he hoped he could make use of. If not him, then perhaps he could trade them for something useful.

Lounging in the shade had turned into a late afternoon nap, and when he'd awoken the sun had sunk below the horizon. In its place, the moon turned the world monochromatic. The giant rose on weary legs, and began his trek across the land bridge. It wasn't necessarily long, but he was not looking forward to straining his injured leg. As he neared the edges of the treeline, he caught the scent of another wolf. Another male, even. Brow quirked curiously, he peered about. No sign of anyone right away. Lowering his massive crown towards the ground, the celestial beast sniffed at the ground. It was a fairly recent trail, and he let it lead him back to the trees. In no time at all, he spotted a shadow among the roots of a large tree. Cranium low between his broad shoulders, the giant lumbered towards it at a steady pace.

Gazing into the hollow space, he locked eyes upon the wolf inside. "Hiding away from the big bad wolf?" gruff vocals would rumble tauntingly, a mischievous grin toying at his jaws. The pale light of the moon glinted upon his ivory tusks as he spoke, amethyst eyes flashing.