The temperature was getting warm. Warm enough to heat the fur on his back but not hot enough to make him seek shade. In the mornings though the weather was just right. A light drizzle had started the day for the Lycus-Slayer. Clouds covering the sky left for a dull sunrise. It was useless to try and catch a glimpse of the sun through the sequoia trees. Instead his brown eyes would catch the falling raindrops. Some hitting his pelt and others falling onto the ground far away.
Shuffling around the forest the scent of fresh pack borders lingered somewhere to the south of him. Staying north of them might prove well for the moment. The copper toned boy couldn't decide if he wanted to settle down yet. It might do him some well to find out more about the history and wolves who ruled the lands before trying to search out his sister. Perhaps if he could get a mental image of the lands it would be easier to rule out where his sister would linger. Smiling softly his paws dragged him through the forest.
For a loner he seemed healthy, in his prime rather. Likely because he was still young and his stamina made travel easier. Yet the rain didn't make things exactly the easiest. His paws a bit thick with dirt and mud, the rain making the slightest bit of extra weight on his back. His usual copper coat seemed a bit darker due to the wetness too.