Sex: MaleThey weren't here any more. Phineas wasn't here any more.
Elliot wandered through the empty territory, eyes darting between trees that had died and were almost baren. He had once called this place home, a time that felt aeons ago. No wolves lived here, not now. The borders were faded, to the point where it was almost a struggle to catch it. Predator and prey alike were beginning to reclaim the stretch of Cold Water Creek that had once belonged to Magnolia Glen, criss-crossing the oh-so weak borders.
Lifting his nose skyward, Elliot sniffed at the air, trying to find some semblance of a trail, yet failing miserably. Many things came to him: the scent of deer, of cougar and bobcat. Wet dirt and decaying foliage. He snorted, utterly irritated by the unexpected turn of events. Just his luck; he returns when the man he owed his life had left.
There was nothing he could do, though. The swarthy wolf would have to simply keep looking, perhaps ask around and see if anyone knew just where Magnolia Glen had migrated to. He couldn't imagine Phineas would let the pack disband ... or, perhaps, it was a foolish attempt to cling to hope. He had to apologise for leaving, to make up for his mistake. Elliot had to explain.
Settling into a sit, he furrowed his brow in an attempt to figure out just where to go from here. He had no leads and no clues. All he had was an empty territory and a mouth full of apologies that he'd have to stuff down for a while longer.
