All welcome
Askan wouldn't admit it but he'd missed rain. Though he didn't loath winter as much as his mate did, the gentle pitter patter of rain was a welcome change. One he just realised he had sorely needed. Things had been getting...stagnant, in the Shallows, he supposed. He'd been wallowing in grief and misery-everything had seemed so grey and lifeless. But now? It wasn't so bad, at least he was trying to kick his way to the surface, to struggle his way out of the rut he'd found himself in. Some effort was better than none, right? Probably.
And so he wandered the woods, some distance away from the Shallow's borders without a real destination in mind. Several of his subordinates had expressed an interest in becoming scouts, that was good, it pleased him to know they'd taken some time to think about their place in his pack. It was leagues better than the alternative, just sitting around and licking their privates all day....Askan's nose wrinkled at the thought, gross.
Though it hadn't been raining for long, the scents of the forest were dulled to his finely tuned nose, damp and soggy, as though he was wading through a bog instead of a boreal forest. There was a little something amiss though, something he couldn't quite put his paw on. His bright yellow eyes scanned the forest , roamed over the clusters of ferns and piles of fallen branches. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, the woods were as thick and as dense as ever but...
Whatever, Askan shrugged his shoulders, flicked his tail dismissively and strode on, continuing down the well worn path that weaved through the woods.