Long dark limbs carry the dire wolf through the forest, burnt ember eyes glancing around him as he travels down the unfamiliar path. The brute had traveled for quite some time and it seemed that he had finally a place where he could find his purpose, at least a purpose that would give his life meaning. Dracarys could feel a certain energy within this place that so many wolves congregated to. What caused them to come here? This place did not smell of a typical pack, he could tell this much from the lack of scent markers and yet many colognes and perfumes crisscrossed all over the place.
Dracarys paused in his step looking up at the canopy of trees above him. A bird chirps somewhere off in the distance, his audits flicker towards the sound for a second but it was than interesting. He hadn’t run into anyone in these lands so far and he wondered if he ever would. You would think he had already with so many scents crisscrossing all over the place here and there but none had cross his path. With a sigh the dark dire wolf twitched his ears before continuing on his walk through the forest, glancing around every so often. Maybe today will be different, only time will time.
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