Parent Territory: Kingsfall
Coordinates: 81.41393, 84.375
Description: Located just northwest of Hearthwood between the fork in the river, large Sequoia Trees stand watch over the water creating an area of shade. Vegetation under the trees is sparse in most areas. There are a few areas where the sun does shine through though, where the canopy is a little thinner. On most spring and autumn mornings fog settles thick and low under the canopy giving it a sort of mystical feeling. The fog usually lasts into mid-afternoon, slowly lifting as the day wears on. In winter the air is clear and crisp.
Pale paws carried the lean agouti male slowly through the maze of tall sequoia trees as he meandered his way through to the heart of the Hearthwood territory. The troubled subordinate had been keeping to himself for the past few days, busying himself whenever and however he could just so that he didn’t have to face the other wolves which gathered in the large communal den. His recent conversation with Lilya had been enlightening, and it had taken the male a few days to actually wrap his head around what she had said, but he couldn’t deny it – she was right – he couldn’t carry on the way he was any longer.
He had to confront his problems, not hide from them. He needed to make things right.
It was his determination to make fix his relationships with the wolves that he had wronged that caused him to now move with a sense of purpose through the trees of Hearthwood. His nose was lifted subtly to cold clouded sky, inhaling the menagerie of scents that crossed his path as he wondered. This afternoon he was tracking down one scent in particular. He finally found @Inna lingering at the edge of the river which ran along the outskirts of the pack territory. Instantly he began to feel sick and his stomach clenched as he stepped forwards anxiously. Russet ears pressed back nervously against his skull as his golden gaze flitted across to her.
“Inna, can we talk? Please?” He murmured quietly, almost desperately, quickly flashed her an apologetic look before he turned to begin moving away from the pack territory. They needed to talk, privately.