A cool breeze passed over the land, hailing the coming winter. It wouldn’t be long now before the snows started. For now though, crisp leaves blew through the air, the rustle covering up soft footsteps. A black wolf wandered across the grassy ridge, the overcast sky providing enough shadow that he didn’t stick out horribly against the dying leaves and grasses.


Loki was bored, a bad combination for any to come across him. He tended to find other ways of occupying himself, usually at someone else’s expense. Sadly for him, there was no “someone else” around. He stopped in the middle of an open area, green eyes scanning the surroundings. No one.


A sighing breath coming out in a huff, Loki sat back, scanning the area again in the hopes that he had missed something. No, still no one appeared. It wasn’t like he was invisible. His coat was black, easily distinguishable from the dead grass and leaves.
Minutes passed, the only movement was his fur as the wind caught it and played with it, and his eyes, slowly scanning in front of him. Impatience finally won out and Loki threw his head back and let out a howl. There, that should attract attention.


He gracefully rose to his feet. He had made a dangerous move, he knew, but anything was better than this constant dull existence. Still, best at least be on his feet. Jezebeth, the other wolf he had met hadn’t attacked him but that didn’t mean there were others that were less honorable in these lands. Hell, he could probably be considered one of them depending on his mood. Speaking of mood, he shifted his stance, ears perked and tail level, allowing himself to appear both younger and less experienced than he was. Let’s see if he could take someone off guard…

LOKI
. male . four years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn