leave it all on the tracks

With winter hitting the lands of Boreas, Haru had been spending a lot of time toward the south and west, hopping territories depending on how things were. Today the honey-brown wolf found himself in a vally somewhere in the western territories, the dry and humid lands giving way to the pocket of green he had found himself in. It was a nice little place, with high valley walls that kept the winds out and a stream running the length of the place. He'd seen quite a few prey animals around and was sure he'd scented another wolf or two, and in all it seemed like a promising place to spend the next couple of days. Maybe he'd even run into one of the other wolves and make a new friend or sharpen his skills. It was always something he was fond of. Despite his life as a loner the green-eyed male was far from antisocial sort, and if given the oppurtunity to hang out with another of his kind he'd usually take it. And today was no different. As he padded along Haru secretly found himself hoping that he'd run into someone else, if only to break the silence for a little while.