Water is life, he kept telling himself. Beltran ended up striking out on that front in the woodlands. The black male moved on, knowing what he needed to survive in an unfamiliar place. Maybe come spring, the dark coated male would seek out a pack, 9ne he knew there was a mewsure of survivability in this land. He continued to be on high alert, maintaining constant vigilance in more unfamiliar territory. No packs, it seemed at this point though. Or at least he had not quite skirted close to anyone's territory from what he could tell if there were any.

As he continued, there came the thrilling sound of moving water. A river. Beltran's heart leapt with relief. The wolf quickened his pace until finally reaching Aplos River. A relieved chuckle escaped him as he watched the slow moving river. The grass was nice under his paws, as if comforting the weary traveler. He looked left and right, spying mountains to the north. He made a mental note to travel that direction, hoping they were not more than a few days travel from his present location. For now, he stepped to the river, allowing the water to run over his front paws as he lowered his head for a drink, relishing the liquid as he lapped it up.