Light a match

Fitz had no pack and doubted he ever would. For now his role was to travel and teach others of his deity. That didn't mean every sentence had to start with 'so you need to believe in...' but it was a thing to always aim to get around too. Considering the grey-colored wolf was blessed of course by Nytalen meant the responsibility lay heavily on him. Some foolish wolves did not know of him or understand his greatness. This would not be an easy job.

The terrain he found himself in now was a strange one. He cautiously made his way to what seemed like metal rocks on the ground, sniffing at them before moving to a larger round piece sticking out of the ground. What sort of rock were these? That was all he could think of they would be. No scent of carcass directly on them, nor scent of a living thing. He took a slow nip at one curious about it, stepping away after feeling how solid it was. It certainly had to be some odd sort of rock.

The scent of the land suggested a history to be found. It was a thing worth questioning, but not worth stopping for any long period of time. Fitz slowed from a long stride to a slower one then stopped. Why should he rush past it? He had no exact location in mind of where to go. How did he know there were no wolves out here? Then again if he wanted to form a pack or even live alone somewhere this is not a spot he would choose.

A large structure made out of the same rocks as before was coming closer. Looking up Fitz thought he saw the shape of a wolf up there, though with both shadows and the oddity of the rock it could be his eyes playing tricks on him. Arching his neck up a bit more he scented the wind to see if he could smell the wolfs presence. Had he found someone who was in need of the truth he could shsare?