The little wolf ventured puposefully into the Enocra Woodland, looking for the grey being who was organizing events for Spirane. Tithe had been described to Fritjof, in order that they might work together. Though he now had some experience in diplomacy affairs, he still had relatively little knowledge of the packs, having visited Iromar and the free lands in his almost year of being within Moladion. And it had been quite an eventful year, one in which he was happy with his successes, including finding a pack and gaining a rank. Now he just had to make sure he continued to earn his rank.
The leaves brilliance had started to fade, and a sheet of them rustled under foot as he trotted on. A threat of snow hung in the air at night and early morning. Soon Taviora and the woodland would be filled with the fluffy white stuff, making travel more difficult and journeys longer. He wonders if anyone would come to an event organized in the winter, considering most would rather stay within their packs, near to their dens when weather was brutal. He dismisses the negativity, and sits, releasing a howl, a call to Tithe so he knows where to find Fritjof. He had chosen neutral ground near Spirane and Taviora both for practical travel reasons and so they could discuss plans without prying ears of the rest of their packs. He waits patiently in the mid morning light, waiting for the dark wolf to find him. |