The leaves were starting to change colour.
He didn't know what to make of the fact. Was he supposed to feel excited or was he supposed to feel disappointed? Because the summer had been nice. Especially when he was a part of a pack and he didn't have to spend the hotter days constantly looking for water and shade before he melted to death. But at the same time his life didn't have the same hint of desperation clinging to everything he did like when he was a lone wolf.
It was weird.
Climbing trees and hooting like an owl didn't have the same affect it did before. Not when it was almost like everybody was used to him being a weirdo. It was all very iconoclastic. Somewhere behind him his tail gave a lazy wag and he continued his trek along the territory's southern forest. His thoughts were all over the place. He could feel his mind jumping from one train of thought to another and it was starting to make him feel antsy. Would pacing help it or worsen it?
With a pointed sigh he flopped onto the ground. It wouldn't hurt for him to at least try one of the options. He could try more pacing later. For now the dirt was hard and seemed to radiate coldness. His nose twitched and he took to poking at the ground with the blunt end of his muzzle. When he couldn't find anything interesting he rolled onto his back. Directly above him was nothing but branches and leaves. From gaps in between the canopy he could see blue sky and light.
He decided to stay there, sprawled out on his back with his tail dragging lazily along the ground that was littered with fall's first yellowed leaves.