The golden yellow sun was barely over the horizon when a large dark grey wolf opened his light grey eyes. If any creature looked at the wolf, all that they would see would be those grey eyes, seeming to float aimlessly around. The rest of his body was shrouded in darkness from the trees' shadow. The wolf lay still for a few moments and all you could hear was the wind whispering as it wound through the trees. Then, the wolf rolled onto his stomach and put his front legs under him, placing each large paw firmly on the ground before doing the same with his hind legs. In just a few moments, he was standing at his full height, and was no longer in the shadows. His height was impressive, forty one inches in total. Abut three quarters the size of a fully grown deer.
The dark grey male scanned his surroundings, but there was nothing. Only the tweets and chirps of the birds in the trees. Satisfied everything was fine, the wolf padded forwards, deeper into the forest. The trees were very tall and widely spaced apart, giving his large bulk enough room to pass by easily. His grey eyes were constantly scanning everything, and his ears were flicking in every direction. He hadn't been in this part of the Lore before, so didn't know what dangers he might have to face.
He travelled like that for a few minutes, before his jet black nose picked up a taint on the wind. He lifted his white muzzle into the air and breathed in deeply. It smelled like a wolf, not one, more than one. He directed his course to intersect the source of the scent, and lengthened his stride into a slow lope.
Once the dark grey wolf was nearly upon it, he realized what it was. It was a scent border, but wasn't recently marked. He slowed down to a slow trot, staying close to the border. What if they had seen his sister? His face showed the hint of a sad smile, he had been looking for his sister for a few months, and hadn't seen her yet. But he had met a wolf who had seen her, and now he was trying to find her. But so far, he had found no leads.
He stopped at the edge of the border, close enough to be seen clearly, but far enough as to not seem as if he was invading their territory. He stood there, next to one of the large trees and closed his eyes. Feeling the wind coursing through his thick pelt reminded him of his old home. Back in Alaska. It had always been windy there, even during the summer.
It was only a few moments before he opened his eyes, and to his amazement, the dark grey male saw snowflakes falling from the heavens. They landed on his dark grey pelt in clumps, making it seem as if he had white spots instead of hues. A smile graced his handsome features as he stared at the falling snow. Right now, he felt like he was home, and that he could run back to the den site and greet his family. But he knew it would never happen, all of his family members had died, all except one. His sister. And now he was searching for her, she was his only link to his old home, his family.
Looking around, he saw the snow on the leaves of the branches and leaves. It looked like a snowy paradise. His light grey eyes went back to himself, and he saw that he was almost completely covered in snow. From the tip of his tail to the top his head. With a small grin on his face, he shook his head, then his body and tail. The snow flew into the air before floating down to the ground. But in just a few moments, the snow began to cling to his thick pelt again and he sighed. The dark grey male knew that it was useless to try and shake the snow off again, for it was just going to come back. But his light grey eyes took in everything, for when it cleared up, it would be all gone. And he would have nothing to remind him of his home.