Back on the coast to coast life
& You know I live for the hustle
Now he had done it all, everything that he had come here for. He found the Ridge, the Scowle, saw his cousins and a few extras, had a fling or two. Hell, for fun he had even climbed the mountain so he could be the highest wolf in the world, even if just for a few minutes. Hellhound had been intrigued by the forest below and had begun his trek down the mountain going the opposite direction of home. But, what was a short detour?
So he had made his way down through the rocky passes and came out into a forest just beginning to come alive with spring. Temperatures reaching into the positives had begun to melt the first of the snow, and birds were returning to singing in the trees. Other than that, it looked like most other woods he had seen, the noteworthy red ferns still buried by the taller snow banks other than the odd dead leaf.
He had only stopped his meandering for a drink from the creek that had barely begun it’s spring swell; he caught sight of himself in the reflection. Lopsided grin was met with a wink, he was a handsome devil wasn’t he?