makin' friends, left and right

Sorin's paws were restless, truthfully.

They carried him from place to place, with no real destination in mind. He was wary of other wolves, especially after his run-in with those individuals who were less than friendly. He supposed the younger of the two hadn't been so bad, but he didn't quite understand what was going on with him. At any rate, he was glad to be away from the male. He wanted to see the world, and the path ahead of him looked promising. The landscape he was coming up on was abundant with green vegetation, it seemed. The grass was tall in some areas, offering the perfect homes for all kinds of critters. Of course, he was careful to steer away from any scent markers seeing as he didn't want to get into any trouble with the local life. He simply wanted to admire their slice of heaven from the safety of the border. Perhaps, if he were lucky, he'd run into some friendly folks who wouldn't mind telling him about the surrounding area.