It was time to head east, Dalton thought. Although these lands had been a welcome change from the barren lands he'd been traveling from in the North as far as food went, Dalton was certain that there was nothing beneficial for him if he continued south. He had already traveled through endless open fields of blackberries — delicious — and hadn't come across any wolves that had even heard of the name Ash Hervok. He couldn't be heading in the right direction, something told him. Though, Relic Lore territory was vast as one could possibly imagine, and he could run himself mad with worrying if he was heading the right way to find his brother. Instinct was all he had left after years being apart, and months of searching. The sooner he found him, the sooner he could find out if Nina had been eliminated for her lese majesty against their father.
Moving forward, Dalton moved east to where he saw foliage taller than him for once in a long time. Blackberries were tasty, but nothing beat the taste of meat and blood. Nor did blackberries give you the thrill of chasing them down and killing. No, they really seemed to lie down and take it. Perhaps there would be some small game in the trees. As the dark brown male trotted forward, he realized how weary he had become in the heat lately. He could use some overcast weather, or even some rain, some humidity at least. The heat felt nice to laze in, not travel endlessly through. Especially for days through fields without shade. The male's tongue hung lazily out of his maw, panting softly as he neared the trees.
When he had almost arrived at the eastern edge of the fields and the beginning of the trees, it occurred to Dalton that these trees would not be bringing him the forest he was wishing for. In fact, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me.." it was actually an orchard. More fruit. Excellent. He closed his maw momentarily and raised his head to sniff the air. Cherries, oh his favorite. Not. He padded into the first set of trees, stepping on the overabundance of cherries on the ground as well as in the trees. His emerald eyes gazed at the ground disappointingly, then looked around to find some shade at least. He walked lazily along the edge of the orchard until he reached a thicker area. The descending afternoon sun gave the trees looming shadows large enough for him to relax in for a half hour or so. He ate a cherry or two before he stopped and tiredly flopped down under the shade, the cool grass feeling heavenly on his hot paws and belly. His eyes weren't tired, but his body gave him gratifying approval at the resting session. His ears flicked back lazily against his head, halfly listening around him.