Not All Who Wander Are Lost

The warm summer sun shines from up high in its heavenly post. Far beneath the celestial body, a russet female wolf makes her way across a strange and foreign land. Keahi meanders through a grove of oak trees, inspecting these beautiful ancient giants. They are a magnificent sight to behold, their gnarled roots stretching far away, at some points poking up above the ground, jaggedly cutting through the soft dirt. Paws carefully pick their way over roots and around downed trees, blue eyes shifting almost constantly to take in the grand scale of… everything.

Keahi isn’t from this place and, since her journey has brought her to these distant shores, the russet wolf has decided to take the time to explore every inch of every place she comes across. She slows as the giant trunk of a once mighty oak blocks her path forward. Not stopping, the wolf strolls forward, lowering her front toward the ground to bunch her muscles before pushing up and off in one, fluid motion. Light paws land silently atop the object and Keahi stops to observe this place from her new perch.

It is truly, breath-taking.

"Keahi Mogotsi"