ready, aim, fire!

The ashen woods were devoid of any plant life, which was perhaps what had drawn Altavro towards them more than anything. Given that his most recent attempts to gather herbs had ended with him lost in a desert, Altavro was pretty much done with herb collecting, at least for a little while. Until he had a den in which he could actually store, most likely. Which wasn't seeming like it was going to happen any time soon, considering that Altavro displayed a stunning ability to irritate every Alpha that he ran across. Perhaps he should have stayed with the Nomads.

Sulking wasn't a particularly attractive look on anyone, Altavro included. Still, there was something about the gray that dominated everything around here and settled in his fur that made it hard to be particularly joyous or happy. With the heat and the gray ash and everything else, Altavro was in a particularly bad mood, but he was currently appreciating the silence. To be on his own was a strange sensation for Altavro, but he rather enjoyed it, for the most part. Since he was old enough to take care of himself and all that jazz, he was quite content on his own, for the most part. It was only the impending winter that he was even remotely worried about, and that was a long ways off. He had plenty of time to find a pack, should that prove to be necessary, before then.

The late summer air was stifling, but Altavro padded along anyways, his aimless paws carrying him across the soft ground, no particular goal in mind. There was nothing better to do than wander, at any rate. The breeze stirred just lightly, lifting the ash and also his fur, causing Altavro to breathe a light sigh of relief. This was nice. A rare thought coming from the crotchety wolf, but truthful. There was little better than a cool breeze on a hot day.




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