What A Coincidence

Laxton's paws dragged through the grass, his head hung low as he eyed the trees around him. He wasn't sure where he was. He never spent time on the mainland, preferring the Forgotten Isle, since most wolves didn't really go out of their way to go there, and it allowed him to be away from other wolves. Which he did and did not prefer. He'd being lying if he ever told anyone he wasn't a social wolf, but at the same time he still tried to avoid other wolves due to them generally not agreeing with his personal views and beliefs.

He paused and raised his snout to the air to sniff, but after his slight swim and hiking all he could smell was salt water in his pelt. He sighed as he started looking around for some fresh water to rinse himself in. It didn't take long and he got into the little stream and started to roll around.