He remained in Kingsfall, his need's fulfilled with both shelter and plenty of water with the approach of Spring. There were days were snow would overcome the land and melt the very next day as though having never come--today was not such a day. The temperature around him dropped drastically, he could feel the frigid wind against his skin even despite his waning winter coat, and saw the snowflakes return with a vengeance. The snowflakes came down lightly but dominated the ground and all that it touched in a way that reminded the creatures of Kingsfall of what they were escaping. He shook out his coat, cursing the dreadful winter and grateful that Spring was nearly here.


His breath could be seen as he walked, patrolling the unclaimed land as though it were his own and hoping, that today, he would be lucky enough to find others. It seemed he was the only remaining predator, outside of the slumbering predatory cats, and he was wondering if perhaps he should be moving on. He really hoped he didn't have to, at least not without the push from a real threat, and kept his patrol  with the onslaught of urinating and rubbing his scent as thick paw prints were left in the snow behind him. He just knew that someone had seen the beauty in the place as he had.

Leander spent most of his time meandering about, living the lone bachelor life, hunting when he was hungry, roaming when he felt like it. This place offered him a new sort of freedom that being at home never had, however, those new feelings came with their own special set of downsides. He had his brothers, of course, and as much free time as he could ask for, but he couldn't just tag along with them whenever they went out, so he spent his days exploring, and hoping to meet new wolves.

The scent of another male was promising, so he set off in search of him, calling out once the man's chocolate covered frame came into view, "Hullo!"