the world in colour

Lothaire's most recent wanderings brought him to a beautiful pocket of earth with an ungodly amount of plant life. The gray wolf was used to extravagant gardens, but nothing quite compared to the rolling green hills with brightly colored flowers as far as the eye could see. It was breath-taking, truthfully.

As he walked through the plethora of flowers and herbs, he couldn't help but notice many delicacies that would make helpful concoctions for healing. He was definitely not as well-versed in the art as he hoped to be, but perhaps one day he'd be able to change that. Maybe he'd be able to find someone to help mentor him once he finally settled down somewhere, but for now, he was content to admire what the beauty of nature. His ears remained erect and alert on top of his crown, if only because he wasn't daft enough to believe every wolf that dwelt in these lands was friendly. He'd gotten lucky so far meeting those who were, but he didn't want his luck to run out.

Lothaire paused in his strides, his firefly gold eyes examining the path before him to ensure there was nothing that would stick to his fur. It had taken him far too long to groom the stickers from his fur when he first settled in at Armada territory. He wasn't looking to repeat such an arduous task so soon.