I like the way this place smells

These woods seemed so beautiful considering the spring, but then again Verias could consider it all beautiful as it was his first time seeing it. He was new to these lands entirely, there was nothing more he knew other than kesali and the battlegrounds. Though Verias knew with time and age that would change. As the dark wolf pressed his paws against the soil, he noticed a cluster of graves. There seemed to be two on one side of the weeping tree. Stones marked them and a few other things making it clear that the dead were buried. He respectfully moved away, he didn't know who they were but it was best to let the dead rest.

Lifting his head he let the wind carry the many scents of the land over him. The scents of the kesali wolves littered the land, as did that of spring flowers and birds that were flying about. The male's golden eyes looked for some sort of companionship now. He wanted to get to know the culture of these wolves as much as possible. At least for him, he certainly hoped his morals did not get in the way of his work. The strong survived, the weak did not, but it was their duty as the strong to protect the weak so they could live long and fulfilling lives.